These are some strange consecutive dreams I had just recently.


1) In this dream I was inside what looked to be a factory. I saw two conveyor belts running in opposite directions from and into holes in the wall. Each belt carried several bald men, standing completely still, dressed in desk-worker type suits (white shirts, slacks, ties).

When each person passed under a device over his respective belt, he was stamped with a unique bar code. The strange thing is, one of them looked exactly like me. I was next to that belt at that time. He simply stared at me until he reached the stamping device.

That's when he lunged at me and knocked me to the ground, after which he produced a syringe filled with some sort of liquid and jammed it into my jugular vein. I woke up immediately afterwards, but I couldn't keep my eyes open and thus fell asleep again.


2) This is another strange one. It seemed that I was asleep in the dream when it started. When I woke up (and this is the shocker), I was hooked to something that looked like an operating table. But it gets stranger. I was connected by the nerves in my arms and legs. Moving sent what felt like millions of volts of electricity through my body.

I stayed this way for about 15 seconds, after which a man walked in. Again, he looked EXACTLY like me, and exactly like he did in the last dream. And again, he had a syringe filled with a different liquid. Of course, he injected me right away.

This time, apparently, it was a drug that caused violent convulsions. I had tried to move earlier just a little. And now this. Just imagine the pain. After about 30 seconds, the convulsions stopped.

Then my apparent twin produced a small knife, with which he began to cut out my heart. The strange thing is, I didn't feel anything. It was still beating when he finally removed it from my chest cavity. He held it in his left hand for a few seconds before holding it above my head, in front of my eyes. He took the knife in his right hand, thrusted it into the bottom of the heart, and sliced. As soon as the first splatter of blood hit my face, I woke up.


The strangest thing about these two dreams is, I wasn't disturbed at all. I just found them a little strange. Well, am I psycho?

I wonder if maybe you are feeling that you need to be more of an individual in your waking life, that some of the routines you are put through make you feel like a bit of a clone, or you are worried that your lifestyle is affecting your uniqueness in a negative way? Perhaps you feel you are being swept along by current situations, that other people are controlling you too much?

Hello by the way.