The dream I'm about to post, I've only ever had once. But it's stayed with me ever since. One of my mates gave me an amateur interpretation, but I'd like to hear the voice of others before letting on what he said.
I'm standing in my backyard, in the middle of the night. It's not really my backyard, but it's one of those dreams where you know where you're supposed to be, it just looks different. Anyway, I'm facing what looks like an old, broken down train station. It's a termite eaten old shack, looks as though it's been burnt out.
In front of the shack is rusting railway tracks laid over cracking and splintering old sleepers. Hanging off the roof of the shack is a wooden sign with burnt edges, with the name of the station on it. Elanor666.
Behind me is black. Nothing at all. Just emptiness. Around the tracks and sleepers are tufts of dying grass, dirt and rocks.
I start to feel really uneasy and begin to follow the tracks to the left. I walk for what seems like forever until the tracks completely rust away and end. No sign on any tracks further on than where I'm standing. Just behind the tracks is a large pile, and it's all silver.
I approach the pile and realise it's all rocks wrapped in tinfoil. I start to pick pieces up and take the tinfoil, and to my horror, it's not rocks, it's fresh body parts and organs. I'm terrified but I keep unwrapping pieces frantically. About halfway into the pile I see a larger piece. I pick it up gently and unwrap it slowly. When it's unwrapped I find that it's a baby girl, naked, with black hair and blue eyes.
She starts to cry, I clutch her to my chest, and start to run away from the pile, away from the train tracks and into the dark.
Then I woke up in a cold sweat. Just retelling it makes me edgy. What. The. Fuck. That's a psych's playground right there. So, verdict?