I was on ILP at the time while also talking to my roommate. He was talking about all this stuff that had been happening recently and how tragedy seemed to be everywhere at the moment.
I was listening and trying to respond to him while cruising through ILP for awhile. Then I noticed a couple different threads that disturbed me. One was a previously deceased thread. It listed several members who had died in the past few months. I remember looking at it, and I know there were names, but I don’t remember any of them actually being listed. However, there was a separate, new thread that had just opened, stating that Faust had just died. This made me incredibly sad. I mentioned it to my roommate and he was completely shocked and also very disturbed and saddened by this news.
It was very odd and stuck with me, even after waking up, which has been difficult lately. But it was one of the very real dreams, which made it a little more disturbing.
Certainly not wish-fulfillment. Although I have been known to enjoy the dramatic, death is not on that list. I’ve had waaay too much of it in recent years. I certainly don’t want people that I like dying off as well.
Well, glad that you had a sort of counter-dream. Perhaps I’m just getting backlash from the ether. You’re dreaming of not dying, so someone has to dream that you are dying. I don’t know.
I had a dream last night in which I was trying to navigate some sort of building to find various things which would help my life immensely. Money, drugs, special powers.
I have this building dream a lot… there never seems to be an exit to the building.
Hmm…
And SD, perhaps you have dreams about ILP involving death because you subconsciously read ‘raining death from above’ every time you post?
Perhaps. My avatar is the reaper, so I guess it would only make sense, but still, my dreaming brain has been sending me odd things of late. I’ve been kind of missing my normal fare of dream topics.
Sky didn’t have a dream about ILP “involving death”. It was about my death. Moi. Fausty. Faustarama. I’m the one who croaked.
I didn’t want to belabor this point, but I feel as though I have been metaphysically victimised.
I am so rarely victimised. Never, really, in any way that I notice. I just think I am due this fifteen minutes of victimisation. That’s fifteen minutes of posting time. Unless you all type really slowly, I do not think we have reached this worthy goal.
