prophetic_dreams Jus A woman ate a baby alligator whole, while it was still alive. An adult alligator ate a baby alligator whole, while it was still alive. I woke up and prayed: please don't let me dream about baby alligators being eaten alive. three bombs fell on my building. I couldn't find my sister. She was eating baby alligators whole, while they were still alive. I woke up and prayed: please don't let me dream about bombs and baby alligators. 3 bombs fell outside of my window, but they were duds. Someone came and took them to the Nile. They ate a baby alligator whole, while it was still alive. I woke up and prayed. Jesus stood on a platform and said, "you are saved" as I ate a baby alligator whole, while it was still alive. It tasted like repentance but I couldn't swallow, so I prayed. 250624 ... raze i don't have many of these. but when i have them, i *really* have them. the most unnerving ones are documented on the "flooded" and "looming" blathes. i also had a dream once that pretty much spelled out for me how a doomed relationship was going to play out before i had any idea what would happen. but that might have been more a case of my subconscious trying to talk some sense into me by saying, "come on, man. you know this isn't going to end well." (also, it's really great to see you back around these parts, jus. i've missed you.) 250624 ... Jus Great to be back :) The relationship ones are real. And even though there are much less baby alligator deaths, I do not love them. I once had a dream that was an exact play by play of my ex cheating of me…while it was happening. She was shocked when I described exactly what she did. Our brains are mighty and mysterious. 250624 ... Jus I had a baby but couldn't remember conceiving one. It was a hidden pregnancy. I felt nothing and didn't have a belly, but out popped a little baby boy. He was dark haired and had oscillating coloured eyes that changed from brown to green when he looked in certain directions. Beautiful baby. I loved him instantly, like I did with August. Then someone banged aggressively on the door and I hesitated for a moment but ended up opening it. Some Italian mobster-looking man burst in fists first. I closed the door in his face but he was still able to shoot me in the neck, just above my collarbone. Bleeding and in shock at how incredibly strange this day was turning out to be, I stumbled towards my family but no one seemed to care. My mom looked at the wound and said, "hm, looks like it will close up". I continued to bleed out. I fainted at one point and tried again to get help, but everyone around me reached into their bags or pockets and passed me little white pills. I was shocked, they didn't care that I was dying, they didn't care that I had just given birth or that I now have to take care of an infant. I tried to call 911 but couldn't figure out my phone...why don't dreams ever let you fight or use technology? I'm not sure if I made it because music started to drift into my periphery and I woke up to my alarm. If I have another boy I'll name him Noah. Getting shot would be a downer though. 250717 ... epitome of incomprehensibility (Jus, your description of the dream was eerie and absorbing - and then the last line made me laugh. Well done all around.) The one prophetic dream I had was weirdly specific but mundane. If I remember right, my younger self dreamed that my brother would write a Narnia-based piece of fanfiction; a couple of years later, he did just that. If I drag some symbolism in (my prophetic license is cool like that, even if I don't always write_like_Jeremiah), I can speculate on the dream about the tiger kitten sucked into a fireplace, setting a cottage on fire. (I think I described it in "nightmares.") But what specific thing to assign it to? My 2012 violence? The fire dream seems to be more about causing catastrophe by accident than of being more harmful than intended. In the second case, there's reason for guilt. In the first, it's random, it's fate, it's the uncontrollability of the wind. Or maybe the tiger is anger. I sacrifice this beast only to receive the paralysis of anxiety. Both of which are temporary, anyway, whispers the flame of destruction and renewal. 250718 ... Jus I can't stop thinking about this dream I had a few nights ago: My ex-girlfriend and I were standing face to face. We were just looking at each other's features, not speaking, not smiling, simply absorbing. Then she picked me up like I was a child, my legs wrapped around her torso, without breaking eye contact. I liked it-- being close to her. It felt comfortable and warm. She always was so warm. Malevolent, but hot to the touch. It was my favourite thing about her, aside from the evil-eye wrist tattoos and the way she'd play the drums on my legs when she was bored. But her internal fire was unmatched. On many nights, after leaving the club in the dead of winter, I would dig my arms into her wool coat and curl them around her belly. She smelled amazing too. Perfume was her thing, but her scent, her pheromones perhaps, were intoxicating. In the dream, I felt her warmth and I liked looking at her lips and eyes, she had gorgeous black eyes with long lashes and thick eyebrows. And she still had the little sideburns that can only be seen in a certain light. I wanted to kiss her cheek. Perhaps catch a whiff of her uncanny root-beer-scented breath. But then her eyes change. They're blood-red double irises now. One iris is much larger than the other. They seem to get darker the longer I stare into them. And her teeth are snow-white, clean, shiny almost as if lacquered. She has fangs. She is licking them, like she's an animal showing me her dominance. I'm not sure if it's supposed to be menacing but it isn't. I'm simply observing what she has turned into, almost in admiration. She's still holding me, any other creature would feel trapped, but I have no urge to disengage. I can still smell her. Feel her belly against my thighs. I grab her chin and force her mouth open. Then dig my index finger through her jowls in search of something, I don't know what, but I think it's my way of proving my resilience to fear. What I find is green vegetable detritus; remnants of raw kale, spinach, and celery. I laugh as it gets stuck in her teeth, as she chews it like a dog with peanut butter stuck to its lips. Overjoyed by this discovery, I close her mouth, and trumpet, "oh my God, are you a vegetarian now?" 260114 what's it to you? who go blather from