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| Name: | Elisha |
| E-mail address: | elisha@herring.org |
| Phantom Dream: | Last night, I dreamt that I was in aperforming arts school.
A Robert Englund type Phantom asked me if my parents were married. I answered yes. He then asked me if I was married. I answered no, although I mentioned I was dating someone. Then I was sucked up by bright orange UFOs. The aliens inside told me I had to stay there until the "master" was done with his work. I watched on T.V. as Erik seperated my parents and killed my boyfriend. All the sudden, I was back in the school, and we were all in groups of four. Erik pointed to my group and said, "My bride is in this group". The next thing I knew, I was in a wedding dress. Then I....... WOKE UP!!!! |
| Do you think Erik was real? : | yes |
| Have you had a lucid dream? : | yes |
| Name: | Eric L. M. |
| E-mail address: | phantomzeroex@yahoo.com |
| Phantom Dream: | Last night I had a really disturbing Phantom related dream. I haven't thought about the Phantom at all lately, I've been obsessed with Wolverine, from X-men, and with all Glenn Danzig music, but yesterday I listened to the original cast recording on my iPod and I went to sleep to Danzig's satanic instrumental album Black Aria II, and I thought This might be what Erik's music sorta sounded like. Except Erik's would be much better.
Well, I fell asleep and had three dreams I can remember. The first was about Wolverine tracking down the X-men who had been kidnapped. The second dream was about me being a kid again and running through Toys R Us looking for wolverine stuff. Then the third dream was the Phantom dream and it was really wierd. In my normal Phantom related dreams I am the Phantom, but in this one I was just a normal man woundering the Opera. It was The Opera Grainer and I think it was the early 1900s because my clothes looked like Gaston Leroux's and I wore a Derby hat. All the Opera was in an up roar becuase a young chorus girl had gone missing. People said that that strange deformed man had taken her, the one who it was romared(sp) lived in a secret apartment some where on the primisice(sp). I don't remember if they said his name was Erik or not. I went snooping around the opera house and I made my way down to the cellars. I was in this round room. Oh, wait, I think it was the second rotunda I've read about. It was dark, and at the far end the wall had a bluish glow. There must have been a hole or an opening because where I was standing a litle bit of light was shining down on me. I heard a small woman's heavy breathing and the sound of heeled shoes hiting stone quickly. Then she came into the light and saw me. She was petite and thin with long golden blonde hair and blue green eyes. She had full lips and a thin up ward tilting nose. She was drity and dusty and her clothes were all a mess. She wore what looke like a working class evning dress with jacket. "thank god" she said and fell to her knees. At this point I froze up. I couldn't speak or move. she pleaded with me to save her from the horrid man, to help her escape,but I couldn't move or talk, and so she ran. Then what came hobbling out of the darkness was no Michael Crawford, or even Lon Chaney, but what looked like Quasimodo in dress clothes instead of 1600's peasent clothes. He was strongly built with massive shoulders that made him hunch over. He was sort with bent legs. His face wasn't horrible but it was still strange. He had a wide mouth with thin lips, a flat nose, and eyes spaced far apart, one of wich was larger than the other. His hair was black, cut nicley, and his skin was tan for some reason. He just sort of grunted and looked around, which seemed to be difficult for him. He didn't seem to see me and hobbled off in her direction. I un-froze and went back up to the surface world. I guess some time passed; I must have told what I saw,becuase the next thing I know Im in the foyer and listing to the gossip. A man told me that The man, I guses he called him Erik, had fallen in love with the girl and kidnapped her. He kept her in his apartment and was kind to her and brought her gifts but she all ways refused him and was cruel to him so one day he was fedd up and he raped her, and when she escaped after she asked me for help he killed her. I don't remeber what they said happedned to Erik but I rember feeling like I screwed up big time and that I could have saved her. When I woke up I felt this was the true story and really disturbed me. When I woke up I felt like some one was with me in the dark so I got up and changed the music I was sleeping to to Beethoven. I'm sure it was just a dream but It really showed me new possibilites with Erik and what he could have been like. I hope that Erik wasn't really like that. It's scary and the story seems more real to me this way. I guess that's why it's scary. |
| Do you think Erik was real? : | yes |
| Have you had a lucid dream? : | yes |
| Name: | Eric L. M. |
| E-mail address: | phantomzeroex@yahoo.com |
| Phantom Dream: | Last night I had a really disturbing Phantom related dream. I haven't thought about the Phantom at all lately, I've been obsessed with Wolverine, from X-men, and with all Glenn Danzig music, but yesterday I listened to the original cast recording on my iPod and I went to sleep to Danzig's satanic instrumental album Black Aria II, and I thought This might be what Erik's music sorta sounded like. Except Erik's would be much better.
Well, I fell asleep and had three dreams I can remember. The first was about Wolverine tracking down the X-men who had been kidnapped. The second dream was about me being a kid again and running through Toys R Us looking for wolverine stuff. Then the third dream was the Phantom dream and it was really wierd. In my normal Phantom related dreams I am the Phantom, but in this one I was just a normal man woundering the Opera. It was The Opera Grainer and I think it was the early 1900s because my clothes looked like Gaston Leroux's and I wore a Derby hat. All the Opera was in an up roar becuase a young chorus girl had gone missing. People said that that strange deformed man had taken her, the one who it was romared(sp) lived in a secret apartment some where on the primisice(sp). I don't remember if they said his name was Erik or not. I went snooping around the opera house and I made my way down to the cellars. I was in this round room. Oh, wait, I think it was the second rotunda I've read about. It was dark, and at the far end the wall had a bluish glow. There must have been a hole or an opening because where I was standing a litle bit of light was shining down on me. I heard a small woman's heavy breathing and the sound of heeled shoes hiting stone quickly. Then she came into the light and saw me. She was petite and thin with long golden blonde hair and blue green eyes. She had full lips and a thin up ward tilting nose. She was drity and dusty and her clothes were all a mess. She wore what looke like a working class evning dress with jacket. "thank god" she said and fell to her knees. At this point I froze up. I couldn't speak or move. she pleaded with me to save her from the horrid man, to help her escape,but I couldn't move or talk, and so she ran. Then what came hobbling out of the darkness was no Michael Crawford, or even Lon Chaney, but what looked like Quasimodo in dress clothes instead of 1600's peasent clothes. He was strongly built with massive shoulders that made him hunch over. He was sort with bent legs. His face wasn't horrible but it was still strange. He had a wide mouth with thin lips, a flat nose, and eyes spaced far apart, one of wich was larger than the other. His hair was black, cut nicley, and his skin was tan for some reason. He just sort of grunted and looked around, which seemed to be difficult for him. He didn't seem to see me and hobbled off in her direction. I un-froze and went back up to the surface world. I guess some time passed; I must have told what I saw,becuase the next thing I know Im in the foyer and listing to the gossip. A man told me that The man, I guses he called him Erik, had fallen in love with the girl and kidnapped her. He kept her in his apartment and was kind to her and brought her gifts but she all ways refused him and was cruel to him so one day he was fedd up and he raped her, and when she escaped after she asked me for help he killed her. I don't remeber what they said happedned to Erik but I rember feeling like I screwed up big time and that I could have saved her. When I woke up I felt this was the true story and really disturbed me. When I woke up I felt like some one was with me in the dark so I got up and changed the music I was sleeping to to Beethoven. I'm sure it was just a dream but It really showed me new possibilites with Erik and what he could have been like. I hope that Erik wasn't really like that. It's scary and the story seems more real to me this way. I guess that's why it's scary. |
| Do you think Erik was real? : | yes |
| Have you had a lucid dream? : | yes |
| Name: | Amanda |
| E-mail address: | akmoss13@hotmail.com |
| Phantom Dream: | I had this one strange dream actually I had it more then once. I was watching The phantom of the opera and I was unaware that I had fallen asleep and I rember closing my eyes and opening them I was in a white room and it was all foggy I could not see anything. I reached my hands as far as I can in front o me to make sure I could walk and I walked forward and I saw this tall mirror coverd with a red sheet it was pretty much the only color in the room. As I reached out to un cover it I heard a voice call my name. I turned around and saw him he was siting in a chair in the middle of the room and then I woke up. But the second time I had the dream more happend. |
| Do you think Erik was real? : | yes |
| Have you had a lucid dream? : | yes |
| Name: | Erin |
| Phantom Dream: | This is my most recent. So I will start off with that bit of information.
I had gone to a home-schoolers' Christmas party a few days before and everything was normal. ... Well, as normal as they get with me. Anyway... When the dream started al of the people I'd met and I were in this large room two stories or so up with a large window. I was talking to Harry, a phan I'd met briefly that night. Someone screamed and we all ducked below the window (which is stupid because we were about two stories above ground). Then one of the chaperones came in with a note and when I saw the red ink I knew what it was. In a nutshell, the note said that we were to do and operatic play... an operetta in which I was assigned the leading soprano role. (Sometimes being a coloratura is not so fun/phun) We planned to do this operetta and when I whispered to myself who I thought it was, everyone looked out the window, but crowding so that I could not see clearly. The dream then skipped ahead a few weeks. About five I think. The rehearsals for the operetta were well underway and we were having a little party. I was talking to someone and all of a sudden there was a high pitched noise. It tortured our ears and made our vision fuzzy. I covered my ears in hopes to block it out, but it was no good. I heard a voice sing "Je suis votre ange de la musique" (I am your angel of (the) music). Now I had heard my own "ange de la musique" sing when I was about to sleep a few times and this sounded like that voice, so I followed the sound of it. To well do I remember a cold, gloved hand taking hold of mine and leading me out, vision still too blurry to see. The voice kept singing and I kept walking. Finally, I don't remember how long we traveled, I was starting to give out. The voice noticed this and slowed down. I finally fainted away from being tired not seeing clearly and, oh, my ringing ears! The last thing I saw before I fainted away was just black. The last thing I saw before I woke up was something like a death's head. Amazingly-deep-set eyes. yellow, glowing eyes! Hardly any nose at all and barely a mouth. It was awful! When I woke up, excuse me, started awake, I was about to scream. I had heard nothing else from the voice. I haven't heard much from him since. But this angel of music is quite obviously a French speaker. Question: "Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape from that face? So distorted deformed, it was hardly a face in that darkness... Darkness..." |
| Do you think Erik was real? : | yes |
| Have you had a lucid dream? : | what’s a lucid dream? |
| Name: | Noah |
| E-mail address: | noahaudrey@www.earthlink.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://earthlink.net |
| Phantom Dream: | I had a silly dream where The Phantom was a fat guy in a yellow raincoat stuck in a hulahoop! |
| Do you think Erik was real? : | yes |
| Have you had a lucid dream? : | yes |
| Name: | rebekah kelly |
| Phantom Dream: | I was about 12 when I saw the ALW Phantom film. One night, I was browsing through the music/videos section at Target and saw a DVD of the Robert Englund version. Later on, when I was visiting my grammy and papa during summer vacation, they made us ice cream sundaes and I simply COULDN'T refuse. When I went to bed, I dreamt that I was on the London opera stage. My costume was a white ball gown with sequins on the bodice. Rhinestones dangled from my ears. When I'd finished singing, Meg congradulated me, but Carlotta wasn't really happy. While Meg was leading me to my dressing room, we ran into Richard, who gaves me roses and a kiss on my cheek. As soon as I was in my dressing room, I removed my earrings and the skirt on my dress and put on a tight-fitting robe. Suddenly, the lights went out, and Erik's eyes appeared in the mirror, red as fire! "Where are we going?" I asked as he took me by the hand and lead me down the stairs to the cellars. "Home. No one can hurt you there," was all he said. It was leaky and cold. Rats scurried under my feet. When we reached the lake, I didn't find a boat or even a raft. 'Surely, he'll carry me over,' I thought. Boy, I was wrong! All he told me was to get in and walk to the house. When we were inside his house, |
| Do you think Erik was real? : | yes |
| Have you had a lucid dream? : | what’s a lucid dream? |
| Name: | phantomphan2510 |
| Phantom Dream: | This is like a cross between Leroux's novel and the 2005 ALW movie. It was more like a video in first person view. I was standing at the back of our church(our church is pretty small), except that the top of the church had been raised and there were the balconies as if it were the Paris Opera House. We have a kind of stage up front. Suddenly a chandelier(big surprise) fell onto the stage and everything caught fire. Everyone panicked and went to the big green door that was the entrance to our church, except me I looked up and saw a black figure in one of the boxes. I nod and he(I'm assuming) nods back. Then I wake up.
There was another I had, but I can't remember it |
| Do you think Erik was real? : | yes |
| Have you had a lucid dream? : | yes |
| Name: | FlowerGirl 9016 (aka, FlowerGirl90, and FlowerGirl901 |
| E-mail address: | flowergirl9016@yahoo.com |
| Phantom Dream: | I had this dream a few nights ago. I was a bit scared and confused when I had it, but now I think I understand it better. Keep in mind that I just watched Lon Chaney's PotO on YouTube not long ago. Here it goes...
I was lying on the ground in the Phantom's lair (which was totally a different lair than in the LC version, or any other version for that matter) with Lon Chaney's Phantom playing the organ, y'know, like one of those organs in really big cathedrals? Yeah, really big. And he was up high. So, anyway, I was lying on the ground really scared with the rest of my family, which currently consists of me, my mom, two sisters, and little brother, and for some strange reason we were on these really big red cushions. The Phantom stops playing, turns around and (here's the really funny part) he was wearing liesure clothes! Really nice scarlet red, burgundy, and gold liesure clothes! My favorite part was the gold and red braid drawstring on his burgundy pants. It reminded me of Red Death. Red Death in liesure clothes...disturbing. Oh, and he wasn't masked, so that's how I could tell it was LC's Phantom. So anyway, he yells at us something (I can't really remember exactly) about having to play checkers in order to save our lives. There were shelves next to the cushions, that were facing the organ, from which we would choose our pieces. He left us to make our decision. Now, just to be clear, when the Phantom was standing, we were on the left side of the room, shelves in the middle, and to the right it was empty. The room was the grey stone that I always see in my Phantom dreams. Ok, back to the dream. We all go over to the shelves. We have to choose one piece each. And when we look at them we discover that the "checkers" pieces looked strangely like Christmas Tree ornaments and little glass trinkets. There were, I think, four shelves, with all the trinkets in rows. I think we started with my little brother, trying to get him to choose a piece, but he refused and ran to the right side of the room (the empty side). The first one that stood out to me was a little blue piece with snowflakes on it (I think), and sort of in the shape of a bowling pin, with what looked like it had an inward bump on the top of it. I think it was on the second shelf from the top, the second or third row from the right, sort of in the middle of the row. So I tried to get him to see it, but he would have none of it. And while everyone else ran to him, trying to console him, I kept staring at this little piece, trying to figure out why it had a divot in it when it was clearly made of glass. It couldn't have been dropped--it would've shattered. Was it made that way? A reject? Deformed? I wake up. |
| Do you think Erik was real? : | yes |
| Have you had a lucid dream? : | yes |
| Name: | britta |
| E-mail address: | steffan38@netscape.com |
| Phantom Dream: | this isn't a dream i had, but usally what happens in my dreams. i'm usally Erik. Christine loves me, but often forgets who i am. sometimes, i'll have to serch for her. people from school or home keep on chasing me, and the whole dream is me trying to exape...i wake up frightened,tiered or both...anyone else have dreams like this? PLEASE e-mail me to let me know! |
| Do you think Erik was real? : | yes |
| Have you had a lucid dream? : | yes |
| Name: | Maddie |
| Phantom Dream: | This was after I read the Leroux novel. Like, right after. I was in Erik's lair with three of my friends and Erik was standing right behind me. My friends started screaming their heads off. One passed out, one ran away, and one just stood their looking like they were about to die. I looked down at my hands randomly and noticed something. My fingers were being deformed! They were bending over and twisting around and turning falling off! I didn't scream. I couldn't! My vocal chords were almost frozen! Erik began singing "Music of the Night" to me and he wrapped his arm around my neck (think "Music of the Night scene in the Phantom of the Opera stage show) and bagan pulling me away from the scene. It seemed like everything was melting away. I couldn't breathe all of a sudden. I woke up and realized that I really couldn't breathe! But then I realized that it was just my ipod headphone string choking me to death. The Leroux novel sat on my chest where I had been reading it before I had suddenly fallen asleep. My lamp was still on. |
| Do you think Erik was real? : | yes |
| Have you had a lucid dream? : | what’s a lucid dream? |
| Name: | Black Masque |
| E-mail address: | phantomcatgold@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.metalmyersjason.deviantart.com/ |
| Phantom Dream: | "Transformation Dream"
Well, it left me feeling very queasy, uneasy, and a bit frightened. You see, I dreamed I was in an accident (I have been, which is scary) and physically it seemed I wasn't harmed (visible that is) which has happened before, but I somehow knew that everything was not all right. And then my nose started to bleed. Not bad, you know? So mom and dad (or whoever) took me to this weird hospital that was a combination of hospital and supermarket (with doctors, surgeons, and cashiers and baggers for your groceries!) because they were worried. Well, then I started throwing and coughing up blood. And I was like, "I'm not okay, here! Help me!" And all the doctors were off sexin' the nurses 'cause for some reason they all were off-call for three days, and here I am, getting sicker and sicker, bleeding worse and worse, and they give me a couple towels to spit the blood into. When it was two days later (in my dream) they stuck me in a closet with a gas canister to put me out, and I shot up in the air, but the gas didn't seem to work very good on me. And by the time I went into surgery, not only was the anesthesia wearing off, I was almost dead. Then I dreamed one of the doctors said there was nothing they could do--except one thing if I accepted their offer to be a part of an "experiment". I, of course not wanting to die, accepted. They jabbed me with a needle, I was in terrible pain, and the next thing I remember, I was Erik, "no small jar" and all! and then I woke up... |
| Do you think Erik was real? : | yes |
| Have you had a lucid dream? : | yes |
| Name: | Erik |
| E-mail address: | phantomoftheoperalover45@yahoo.com |
| Phantom Dream: | Dream 1: Kissin'
This was my first Phantom dream that occured after I read the book for the first time. I dreamt that Erik-- G. Leroux version-- and I were....yeah, we were kissing. >.< Dream 2: Modern POTO Movie I had this dream a few weeks after I first saw the POTO movie. In this dream, my entire family had starred in a modern POTO--with me as Christine--that had a happy Erik X Christine ending. My family had just bought the house we'd starred in for that movie, and we were going to be in the sequel to the modern POTO. I was walking around our new house, watching the crew set up all the lights and scenes. There also happened to be a stuntman for my dad who looked exactly like him, except my dad was wearing a blue shirt and gray pants, while the stuntman was wearing the opposite. Throughout the entire dream I kept mixing the stuntman and my dad up. |
| Name: | Ale-Chan |
| E-mail address: | ElegantGothicLolitaPrincess@msn.com |
| Phantom Dream: | 2/21/05
I really cant remember much of the dream but I had to bid the highest for the Opera house and I had to try to buy Erik's freedom back. Then I remember signing my name on a couple of documents. So I guess I won! ^^ 2/23/05 I also cant remember much about this one but I was 5 and was about to get raped by some man (Which is quite sad because I really did get raped when I was 5) And the door slams open and a shadowy figure come out and start yelling "Get your filthy hands of my child!" I remember his picking me up and then I passed out. When I opened my eyes again I was lying in a glass coffin, on top of red rose pedals and I was no longer 5 years old. And from the shadows steps out the mysterious man, which turns out to be Erik (I know who would have guessed!) He bends over and quickly kisses me on my lips. At this point I find out that I cant move. "Please forgive me, I only wished I could have really saved you.." That’s when for some odd reason my dream changes. I was talking to my girlfriend (whom is now my ex!!) And she stared yelling at me saying that I know not to call her at night. So I ask her "What in god's name are you talking about!?" "Didn’t you call me yesterday?" she asks. "No, why?" "Because" she pauses "someone on your cell called me last night and when I answered I heard a little girl laughing." I then was about to tell her that’s crazy because I was the only one home yesterday but instead of seeing my own reflection in the near by mirror I saw Erik. "hush child" he whispered to me. And then I woke up. Weird thing about this I've had this dream before when I was younger the only thing that was new was the girlfriend thing. |
| Name: | FlowerGirl90 |
| Phantom Dream: | "The Beginnings of a Phan"
When I was about 4 or 5 years old, I had my very first phantom dream. The only version I knew at the time was ALW's version, and even then I only had a cassette tape of the "hits" from the show, and I knew next to nothing of the story of the Phantom of the Opera. I walked down the steps to the basement of our previous house (well, then it was current 'cause we moved when I was 9), and it was pretty dark; the only light was a sort of blue light that came from the window, as if it were evening, and filled the room, but not the hallway that led to the back door. In fact, it was like a darkness that couldn't be penetrated. Everything was as it was supposed to be at the time of my dream, but, even though it was night, I felt a very different creepiness from the "afraid of the dark" feeling. I also think I remember hearing extremely soft organ music that sounded like the Phantom title song. Maybe that was what started that creepy feeling. Anyway, I walked around to my dad's piano and there on the keys was a red rose, almost completely in bloom, with a glass vase lying down on the top of the piano. There was water all over the keys like it had been spilled, and I remember whispering just one thing; "The Phantom." The music stopps. I looked up into the pitch black hallway. As I said it was an unpenetrable darkness, so I couldn't even see the white washer, drier and door at the end! Then suddenly, I saw a white half-mask appeared, practically floating in thin air, at a rather tall man's height. A feeling of shock, fright and curiosity filled me. I called out "Who's there?" but received no answer. Then, a white gloved hand beckoned to me, and I heard a voice in my head that said "Come here if you want to find out." Obligingly, I walked slowly from around the piano and straight towards the hallway. Nothing but a mask, glove and now a cape were visible. (Sorry, no glowy eyes. I didn't know about them yet. Come to think of it, I didn't see any eyes at all.) Upon reaching the hallway, which now the walls were stone, which they weren't before, like I phantisized the Phantom's "lab-a-rynth" would have, I became very curious and ran up to the figure. But just before I reached the mask, the figure, long corridor and darkness vanished, and the hallway returned to normal. All I could do was stand there shocked and bemused. |
| Name: | Angelofmusic4evr |
| Phantom Dream: | Dream 1: Jealousy
The first one started out with my fiancée and I getting married and then it changed to a later day when he and I were fighting, quite loudly in fact. In this middle of our shouting, Erik came walking into the house, watched us for a minute shook his head and then asked me, “Would you care to be escorted somewhere else?” To which I said I most certainly would and then Erik told me to go get my coat. My fiancée then flew into a rage and started yelling at Erik, who just stood there, amused because my fiancée is quite a bit shorter than him and not in the least bit threatening. I got my coat and went to the front door where my fiancée was still yelling at Erik, now he was saying, “If you touch my wife I’ll kill you!” Erik just looked amused and said “At least I had her get her own coat – I could have shared my cloak with her.” And we left the house, Erik still smirking at my fiancée as we went down the driveway. Sadly, that dream turned into another one about choir so there was no more Erik. Dream 2: Rings The second dream, from the night before was random, Erik walked into a jewelry store where I was working. He gave the owner a gold ring with a tiny blue stone to be resized and then left. The owner of the store then put the ring Erik brought into the display case with the rest of the rings and then began to clean the counter as if nothing were odd about it. The Raoul walked into the store and asked the owner about buying a ring. The owner pulls out the same display case with Erik’s ring in it and sets it on the counter. Raoul looks through the selection, pulls out a ring with a red stone on it, and then sees the one Erik brought in and gets extremely angry. Raoul ends up buying both the rings and leaves. Then Erik came back, but the owner had closed the shop. The entire time this happened in my dream I was sweeping a floor. Dream 3: Crash Last night’s dream had me in a car that crashed. The two other people who were in the car were thrown out the windows and were dead by the side of the road. I sat there in the car, bloodied and bruised waiting for an ambulance but it never showed up. Erik appeared out of no where, pulled open the car door, pulled me out of the car, and carried me to a barn down the road. After he bandaged me up I told him he didn’t have to wear the mask around me. He freaked out and said “Yes I do, if I don’t, you’ll run away”. I kept telling him that he didn’t have to wear it, and after a while he told me I could take it off, but he was weeping when I started to untie it. When I pulled it from his face, he disappeared, and his cloak and clothes fell into a pile on the floor (think Obi-wan in Star Wars when Darth Vader whacks him one with his light saber). I took the mask, put it on, and left. |