Jacklinger
01-21-2010, 06:55 PM
At around 3:00 pm today, I almost dozed off at my computer at work and had a very intense, brief vision.
It was a gray wastland of sharp, pointed hills and barren valleys. Everything was covered in a gray soot, or maybe it was snow. The sky was gray and large rows of sinister looking clouds striped across it. Thunder and the sound of wind was overtaken by a deep rumbling pulse, associated with a massive golden teardrop shaped object in the sky that came into view, slowly pushing its way through the rows of clouds. Then the sounds of pitiful weeping and begging as hundreds of people around me reached up to the object, as if to be rescued from the cold wind. They were emaciated, and knew only that they suffered and that whatever the thing was in the sky looked warm and they wished to be on it, or in it, whether it be a vessel, ship, or even some sort of giant creature that could swallow them. They seemed to know it would be better to be in its belly than be where they are now. But the object kept flying slowly forward, unwavering, unmoved, indifferent.
The vision lasted only a second but it woke me up. I've had nightmares before but this was my first "daymare." It didn't really scare me though. It just made me very sad. If this was created by my subconcious-- why not create something colorful and happy? Why does everything have to be sad? Of course I was already sad but this made me feel a different flavor of sad. It was very strange.
It was a gray wastland of sharp, pointed hills and barren valleys. Everything was covered in a gray soot, or maybe it was snow. The sky was gray and large rows of sinister looking clouds striped across it. Thunder and the sound of wind was overtaken by a deep rumbling pulse, associated with a massive golden teardrop shaped object in the sky that came into view, slowly pushing its way through the rows of clouds. Then the sounds of pitiful weeping and begging as hundreds of people around me reached up to the object, as if to be rescued from the cold wind. They were emaciated, and knew only that they suffered and that whatever the thing was in the sky looked warm and they wished to be on it, or in it, whether it be a vessel, ship, or even some sort of giant creature that could swallow them. They seemed to know it would be better to be in its belly than be where they are now. But the object kept flying slowly forward, unwavering, unmoved, indifferent.
The vision lasted only a second but it woke me up. I've had nightmares before but this was my first "daymare." It didn't really scare me though. It just made me very sad. If this was created by my subconcious-- why not create something colorful and happy? Why does everything have to be sad? Of course I was already sad but this made me feel a different flavor of sad. It was very strange.