Righto, I get you now!

Yeah, often the perceived consequences scare me more than the actual fright of the event itself!

*shiver*

Lol

Hmm... What's an injury you're proud of?

Or anyone else for that matter.

Honestly, I'm not proud of any injuries becuse they are the result of carlessness and stupidity in my case.

They are reminders of lessons I have learnt and things not to do again.

So, yeah. I'm not proud of any of them.

How 'bout you?

Well... that's something though isn't it? Reminders of lessons I mean.

I don't have many injuries. Some I don't even remember. I thought I had a black eye once but it was probably in my dream. Although it felt so... real... My parents said I didn't have one.

I have a streak on my knee. Don't know how it got there but I like tracing it sometimes

Seriously though, I really can't remember any injuries. Least of all the ones I'm proud of.

Yeah, well I'll tell you that have I never had a repetition of any of th more serious ones (thankfully).

It's odd how things in dreamw can seem so real. I once had a dream I was in my father's car and was trying to get the seatbelt on but it just wouldn't lock. I kept pushing it into the lock but it wouldn't stay. Well, I soon learned why! I woke up with my hand moving up and down across my body as you would when trying to put a seatbelt on! I actually saidto myself: "well, no wonder whyI can't get my seatbelt on! There is none!" ... That was a funny dream...

Do your parents know where it came from maybe? What type of streak? Scratch, graze or cut?

Ah yes, thankful indeed.

O.o I bet it was. Although there are different levels and degrees. I once had one where I was shooting at everyone with a gang of other people. It was all... reddy and brown, kind of a grungy/game feeling. Hiding behind a car as well <.<

It's old, definitely old. My parents don't recount every detail. They don't even know my first word or why they call me Bee, which is my nickname by them.

Not a scratch, or a graze. A cut... like a razorblade cut, but... not obviously. Or maybe it could have been >.<

Heh...

Shooting at people, now THAT'S interesting!

Yeah, it would be interesting to know what chemical triggers in our brain prompt the different types of dreams. As in the ones where you're a character, or you are watching or you actually feel like you're in it.

Hmmm... any idea around what time it might have happened? As in 3 years, etc. ?

If only it was reality...

Nah, joking

Hmm... It's just the brain sorting out random information right? The stuff that happened that day might reflect it slightly. Dreams can become all too real, I've got to admit.

What about nightmares?

Definitely not 3 years. It feels as if it's been there forever.

Scare me half to death! I can't imagine you shooting at people... I don't know why.

...Nightmares *cringe*

I've had awful nightmares...

One of them was really weird but scary when I had it. It was a repetition nightmare too, I had it, like, fifteen times or something.

It was where there was this big room in the shape of a low cylinder made all up of these blue wavy tiles that were halfway between glass and stone. In the middle there was a circular table and a man in old clothes would walk over and lay on it, facing the dark blue ceiling. He had dark features but I never got a good look at his face. There was another man dressed in black wearing a long cloak (black) with a hood covering his face. He would stand next to the table and hold a really long silver sword above his captive and wait for a moment... then he would bring it down and just before it made contact with the man's chest I would wake up.

It doesn't sound scary but when you're 8 or 9, the atmosphere is tense and you're about to see a man killed... It's scary!

How 'bout you?

PS: Im lost on that cut of yours!

And I wanted to give everyone that impression as well. You know, have this massive gun that sits on my shoulder like I Am Legend. Kind of like this one here.

But seriously, I can't imagine myself either.

I've had a couple of recurring nightmares as well. =/

Woah... Just like what you would read in a story...

It sounds scary enough

I remember having this nightmare where I knew something was going to happen. Something bad and evil. I would escape through multiple ways, either hiding and then running out of the back door, or running out of the front or jumping from my window. I could drive as well, which was amazing. But then I had my mother and sister to think about. My dad didn't appear in any of them, funnily enough. So I had to think of escape routes for them.

Basically, someone was coming, and I had to escape one way or another. I didn't face it, and I didn't hide because it always found you. The only thing to do was to run away.

Not much, but it happened quite a few times and each one was different. The only thing not different was this... thing... coming for us. >.<