Thread: Dancefloor to Death (explicit)

So how fucked up do you think I am?

In a 16-foot high warehouse on the walkway that encircled the warehouse 8ft above the cold, concrete floor. The walkway was connected to the floor by stairs that didn't descend towards the middle of the floor, but zigged to the right, and then zagged to the left on one of the room's side.

Anyway, on the second level there were a bunch of class rooms, like 6 small rooms to a wall. And a bunch of early 20 year olds were dancing to high intensity music. It was dark, and there were groups scattered around dance floor, and it was really congested on the stairs. I was grinding with a short, hot blonde in the middle of the stairs. We were starting together much attention. I felt really hot, however embarrassed. She wanted me to grind her on her pussy, seeing as I was clearly hard on her ass. I told her no here, and suggested we go into one of the class rooms. We ascended to the walkway and asked an old, male teacher which rooms weren't occupied (i know, weird). He pointed to one down the walkway.

A group of kids knew what we were doing and followed. I led her down the walkway, and for some reason got curious and opened up a door on our way there. Some guy was fucking the shit out of this girl. Door was closed, moving on. We entered our well-lit, yellow room and proceeded to lie on the floor. I kept telling people to get the fuck out. I even closed the door and locked it. A one of her friends still managed to get through, and the blonde who I was about to grind told her me she could stay. I said ok, but as I stared at the blonde's crotch, about to grind her, I got a strange feeling I was being watched from the door (other than the blonde's friend).

So I wizzed open the door to find (my heart is pounding right now) some ugly, fat fuck in a plain gray t-shirt just standing there listening to us. I yelled "what the fuck!!" and he said "please, just let me watch..". I walked briskly past him towards the stairs and yelled "what a fucking creep!". I then turned around expecting him to try to push me off the walkway onto the concrete dancefloor. So I walked faster towards my friends (one of them a good friend from high school) at the top of the stairs, who were now sitting on a sofa watching sports or some shit. I could tell the fat fuck was really hurt and embarrassed, seeing as he stormed out of the warehouse. I after seeing that, I feared that he would try to hurt me afterward, but for now I just stayed put and enjoyed the comfort of my friends.

Fast forward a couple hours. The party is over, and I get swung over the back of the head with a shovel in the parking lot (it was night). I wake up to daylight and see a dog "eating out" the pussy of a dead pig, who was lying on her back. The dog was actually eating the pig. It was horrid because worms of different sizes and colors were flowing out of the pigs pussy. The dog lifted up its head and it seemed lifeless. I turned to the right and I saw a headless, dark brown jack russel terrier with worms and bugs packed in its neck.

Then I started to feel the blow to the back of my head, and noticed myself being dragged around a bush. Who ever was dragging me (you can guess who), threw me on my face. I could not resist. I realized what was going to happen. That fucker was going to let his dog eat my brains.

Holy fucking hell, I started crying for death in my mind. Then I woke up.

Originally Posted by gomad

So how fucked up do you think I am?

That entire thing sounds terrible. I am sorry you had to expereince such nasty things. I pray that it was just a nightmare. Have you been watching scary movies or eating really late before you went to bed?

Here is how I view this.

Sex is shown in your dream as something empty. Everybody is dancing sexually and there are class rooms that you can do it in. This is how casual the sex is, you can do it in class. Then you are about to have sex and are scared of people watching. The fat man I believe is God, he is watching like he always is. The fact that you don't mind the girls friend watching, but don't want "God" to watch further shows the lack of morals behind the idea of sex in your story. You know it is wrong and want your privacy away from God. As you leave and find your friends, God leaves your mind and you feel fine. But then later as you leave the lot you approach the death that God gives you. Upon awakening you view the girl you were once about to grind, transformed into a pig. The dog, which I view as the devil is eating her and God is allowing it. It is eating her soul. Next it eats your soul.

I am not religious lol, it's just this is what I thought of.

There's depth there, that people usually do not reach since they usually will blank out at the idea of defiling themselves in public.

You on the other hand allowed yourself to see where the DCs were going with this and found a gift that is usually presented in such a way that you will not forget it. I don't think this is a lesson that says you should practice more moral superiority in dreams but rather the opposite. The dream suggests you only came into harm because of your inhibitions, and by clearing them you will be able to reap a lovely grind in the dreamscape. The dreamscape does not respect the rules of life, so why should you when dreaming?

Originally Posted by TempletonEsquire

There's depth there, that people usually do not reach since they usually will blank out at the idea of defiling themselves in public.

I defiled myself in public?

Originally Posted by TempletonEsquire

You on the other hand allowed yourself to see where the DCs were going with this and found a gift that is usually presented in such a way that you will not forget it.

Hold on.. what are DCs?

Originally Posted by TempletonEsquire

I don't think this is a lesson that says you should practice more moral superiority in dreams but rather the opposite. The dream suggests you only came into harm because of your inhibitions, and by clearing them you will be able to reap a lovely grind in the dreamscape.

That's exactly what I thought. I thought I was being excessively private, and that my fear of everyone watching us was manifested in my dream, rather than what actually would have taken place. That in order to "reap the lovely grind" I need to learn to handle attention, positive and negative.

Still, I don't know why the fat guy would kill me because I yelled at him, or why the act of revenge was so horrifying. Who is he? I don't think he is god, given his appearance and pathetic situation. This is what I think: He was my physical opposite (good looking vs ugly, with people vs alone, in bright room vs in dark room), so if I were acting as my ego, then he would be my shadow. Since I was excessively private, he held the virtue, being comfortable with attention, that I lacked. That would mean that my death was a brutal form of punishment only the shadow could commit. The shadow has taught me something.

Originally Posted by gomad

I defiled myself in public?

DCs are dream characters.

Sorry bad terminology. The DC you were with wanted to commit sexual acts in public. Since you didn't refuse, you then had to find a private place, which was a goal that the DCs could easily find a way to deter and they did by presenting you a situation which was unacceptable.

Originally Posted by gomad

That's exactly what I thought. I thought I was being excessively private, and that my fear of everyone watching us was manifested in my dream, rather than what actually would have taken place. That in order to "reap the lovely grind" I need to learn to handle attention, positive and negative.

Still, I don't know why the fat guy would kill me because I yelled at him, or why the act of revenge was so horrifying. Who is he? I don't think he is god, given his appearance and pathetic situation. This is what I think: He was my physical opposite (good looking vs ugly, with people vs alone, in bright room vs in dark room), so if I were acting as my ego, then he would be my shadow. Since I was excessively private, he held the virtue, being comfortable with attention, that I lacked. That would mean that my death was a brutal form of punishment only the shadow could commit. The shadow has taught me something.

Yeah I think you're right about that. The concept of Ego vs. Shadow is kind of interesting, I have not heard of that before but it makes sense.

Originally Posted by TempletonEsquire

You on the other hand allowed yourself to see where the DCs were going with this and found a gift that is usually presented in such a way that you will not forget it.

I'm still having trouble understanding the last part about the gift I won't forget, sorry.

Originally Posted by TempletonEsquire

Yeah I think you're right about that. The concept of Ego vs. Shadow is kind of interesting, I have not heard of that before but it makes sense.

I got the concept from the book "Meeting the Shadow".

Originally Posted by gomad

I'm still having trouble understanding the last part about the gift I won't forget, sorry.

I find that dreams communicate in such ways that the really important stuff is normally so crass vile and distrubing that it's impossible to just forget. It's like smelling salts for the mind except psychologically. So instead of dreams just saying, "Hey you should take better care of yourself," it will instead show you what it's like to have no legs.