I apologize if starting my own thread in this manner is wrong. If so, I will be corrected, and lesson learned. That said, lets move along, shall we?

Since I was young and becoming a bit more self aware, I had gotten addicted to dreaming. One, my dreams we always very lucid, very "real" in a sense, but unlike the "real" waking world, this world was more interesting. Two, I could fly at will, or sing in front of thousands and not have a bit of stage fright.....I could bend the elements, or be any super hero I so chose to be.
(I was a kid)
Now when I went to sleep, I had a old-school tape recorder/player, under my pillow. It looked like the standard rectangular boxy recorders you see in cop shows, late 80's early 90's. Anyways, it helped me to fall asleep, to listen to music. Ahhh, also little did I know that I was also keeping a constant gate to my consious mind and my dreaming mind. I have heard of people saying to look at your hands....dreaming hands, when you are sleeping, and you will become consious in your dreams. I kind of skipped that, and stumbled onto something else that would keep me awake, while dreaming. The music, and on top of that, I had a killer sound track to go with my dreams. *chuckles* Now some times my dreams would be influenced by the music playing, other times it would have no effect at all.
As years passed, I found that I could take control of my dreams at will if I did not like how they were going, and this was without the aid of my music under my pillow.

Later on I began to just let my dreams flow, without me becoming the dictator to them, and when I did, the dreams became "inspirational" in a sense. In other words they also took forms that i could not have imagined on my own. Now by this time I had grown as an artist, and I began using my dreams as inspiration for my art. Now I can claim a time line now, which is at the age of 12 I began to write a story based on the dreams and characters I had dreamed of. I am still writting this book, but thats another story. Now when I say dreams, that also includes nightmares. I love my nightmares. These were dreams of demons, or monsters, or myself being ripped apart by other forces, only to reviel another being inside of me. Now, not all these dreams corrisopnded with the story I was writting, about a quarter of them were unrelated, but still just as fantastic. I'll get into those later.

So let me start with one of the earlier ones that I can still recall. I was myself, in a hotel room.....very cheap and run down. State of the art, roach motel. I was sick, and sweating. (now I felt everyting I am describing, as real as life itself) I had a tooth ache, and it was so bad, that I wanted to rip the tooth out myself. I got up, and went into the bath room. I stood in front of the mirror, and saw myself. I was unshaven, and very pale. My skin was wet, and drippng with sweat. The side of my face was swollen. I began spitting up blood, and I reached in, and pulled out by back tooth. I felt a little relief, and I looked back into the mirror. I could see a break in my skin, on my cheekbone. Like my skin was so tight, that it was ripping. Something made me pick at it, and I found that my skin was easy to peel off. I had began ripping that side of my face off, and dropping lumps of thick flesh into the sink, I could see my cheekbone underneath. It was clean, and white. Not bloodstained. Then i felt my stomache turn, and I had to vomit. I fell to my knees, and began puking. Nothing but blood fell from my mouth, and lots of it. My stomache ached even worse, and I hurrled one more time, but this time, my intestine came with it. It was still down my throat, and I began pulling it out, trying to get past the desire to gag again. I pulled all of it out, along with my stomache. then the pain was gone. I grabbed my face, and began ripping the rest of the flesh away. When I stood up, and looked back into the mirror, I was nothing but bone and muscle. I had a single horn upon the top of my head, that pointed forward, and was attatched to my sine, which not extended beyond my tail bone, in the form of a tail. My shoulder blades popped, and out came these skelletal wings, 2 pair of them. I walked outside, extended my wings, and they caught on fire. I flew through this town, and was passing through so fast, that everything behind me was being whipped around by force of wind, and caught ablaze. I climed into the sky, turn around, and looked down. I screamed in pure rage, and in this the entire town or city exploded as if it were hit by a nuke. Then I awoke. I was sweating, but smileing. I thought the dream was amazing. I quickly grabbed my sketch pad and drew the character. I will post it here. I dubbed it necro-lord. It was the first name that came to mind while I was drawing him.

Now, that is one of many "character" inspired dreams I had. He has substance in this story I am writting, but nothing more than that. So if any of you have any other ideas on what this was, please share.

Now more recently, I have been having dreams that are more symbolic than anything. You see, the story has come to an end, 3 years ago. So any latter dreams never had any relation to the earlier dreams, or story.

3nights ago I had a dream about the government of the US abducting 25% of its on population, and hiding them in underground vaults. I was watching this on the news, and I was living in what felt like arizona. I remember there being this mass panic, and I went outside, watching everyone around panicing. There were fights, and people loitering stores, and such. No sign of police, or military trucks. For some reason, as I was walking up the street, watching everything, i had bumped into Kathy Ireland, the sports illustrated model. (now I have never had any fatuation for her, so I have no idea why she was in my dream, let alone my thoughts) She ran up to me like she knew me, or had a familure trust in me. She was asking about what was going on, and as I explained it to her, I spotted a large jet in the sky, flying our way. Then a bomb fell from it. Something inside me told me to run, so I did, grabbing her arm. I watched behind me, as the bomb fell. It burst open, and then a massive flash of light. I knew it was a nuke. I pushed her in front of me, to shield her from the light, and I felt the skin on my back burn. We had managed to out run the full blast, and I was only minorly burned. The rest of the dream was nothing important. I gathered a group of people, we had broken into some military bases that were abandoned, and attacked some of these vaults that were hiding these "selected" people that the government was trying to save. Nothing sexual happened between me and Kathy, but there was intent there.

If you have any questions about these dreams, or have any remarks, by all means, fire away. I will answer the best I can. I will not talk of every dream I have, but I will talk of the ones that I know are very symbolic, and this was one of them.

A Simular and shorter one I can recall that keeps haunting me, I am in a van, with another person, female, and we are driving up a rather typical spiral road up a mountain. Makes no sense because the spiral only would lead to a peak. We are running from something, and it is dark, and stormy...not raining. half way up, a battering ram with a rams head falls from the sky and shatters the raod ahead of us, and I awake.
(told you, short and sweet)
Now for some reason I had this dream several times, and it sticks with me. Simplistic dreams normally do not, as you can tell from the first one, most of my dreams are quite......in depth. I normally forget simple dreams within the first 5 mins of being awake. So this one has some importance.


Cheers, and yes, I am always long winded. *laughs*