I can analyse all your dreams

[angelique]

Post them there, and I will tell you what they mean exactly!

[kali]

Analyse these two old dreams I had:


18/02/10
A string of lifeless, emaciated, black people slid down a zig-zagging yellow pole into a lake, and soon the lake became a frothy red soup of blood and innards.

Later on, I met John Howard in a library.

25/09/09
My dad tasered me with a long, wiry device, and by doing so extracted my visual memories which was splayed across the living room wall in a futuristic holographic manner
Then he threatened to bludgeon my head in with a roll of clingwrap.

[Qfwfq]

try this one: http://forums.intpcentral.com/showpost.php?p=1339330&postcount=28

and don't give me that tl;dr crapolla!

[elfsprin]

i'm interested in what you'd make of these:


1. dream had in january of '09 (http://forums.intpcentral.com/showpost.php?p=1034348&postcount=305). i know what all the 'partner' stuff means, don't bother commenting on it, as that would be boring. but what about yoda, the door, the foreign language, and disco balls?


2. unique dream had in 2008 (unique because it had a soundtrack, which had never happened before and hasn't since).

at the beginning, i was not aware that it was a dream, and i was a character in the dream. it took place in a modern city, as in very techy, but the streets were cobblestoned and there were gothic, stone castles right next to the looming skyscrapers, department stores and brownstones in the downtown area. it had been raining for a long time but wasn't anymore, and i remember thinking how beautiful and melancholic the stoned streets look reflecting back the orange street-lamps. the street-lamps were gas.

the whole city was in a dawn of the dead situation; everyone was turning into zombies. i was with a woman whom i loved, trying to find sanctuary (she was a character out of a novel, not someone i know IRL). the dream began with us running through the streets. we had a narrow escape from a pregnant zombie, but otherwise seemed to be avoiding detection. we were making our way toward a sort of condo, which was at the top of a tall, industrial looking building. i remember, in the dream, having incredibly vivid memories of the condo as a beautiful place with lots of mahogany and a huge library, but in the dream there was something nagging at me, something about not being able to really remember ever having been there, and not knowing why i could remember the place if i had never been there.

we reached the building where i thought the condo was, and another group of people ran into the service elevator with us to escape the melee on the ground. two of them had been bitten, and we were pissed that they had gotten into the elevator, as they were obviously about to morph. we quietly climbed up through the ceiling into the air-shaft, to get away from them.

the air-shaft had windows for some reason, and as we were riding the roof of the elevator upwards, i looked out into a building across the street. it was full of brunettes in piles, some dead, some still alive with terrified looks on their faces. i made eye contact with one, and it was an incredibly primal experience to witness her fear, i felt my heart stop beating (in the dream). then i saw the pregnant zombie that had chased us come around a corner with a shopping cart: she was taking clothes from the pile of woman, and body parts. the pregnant zombie suddenly whipped her head up-wards and stared at me with the creepiest smile i have ever seen, and as the elevator rose, creating an angle that prevented me from watching her any longer, she indicated that she was coming for me next.

we reached the top floor in safety, but we could hear that the people in the elevator were now zombies. we snuck into the condo, and much to my chagrin it was not a condo anymore, but a kind of cavernous gymnasium, with collapsed bleachers and folding chairs in stacks along the walls. we decided to bar the gym doors and make the best of it, but i was really disturbed by the fact that it was a gym- where the fuck was this condo i was remembering?

so while she barred one of the doors, i crawled under some collapsed bleachers to grab something or other that we needed. while i was under there, i heard this rushing noise and looked up. the far end of the gym was so far away that the figures were mere silhouettes, features indistinguishable. they were rushing out of a single door, but spreading along the far wall in a single line, much like ballet dancers might do.

at that precise moment, i heard tchaikovsky's nutcracker suite begin playing (it was pervasive- like a film score would sound to the actors if they could hear it. it came from nowhere in particular, and was very loud). no zombies started twirling, but they did move in odd patterns that seemed vaguely dancelike as they rushed at me.

i scrambled out from under the bleachers just as several of them were crawling under to get me, grabbed m'lady, and high-tailed it around a corner that had magically appeared. we were suddenly out of the gym and in a wide hallway. the zombies were gaining on us, and as we rounded one corner we ran right into a group of four of them. they were just standing there. a non-zombie was with them (it was a man who looked like rufus scrimgoer looks in my head, and he was wearing a top hat); he spread open his arms and beamed at us, and yelled "don't be alarmed- they won't eat you, because they're full!" one of the female zombies who was standing there said "yes, he's right- see? i'm full." she held out her hand and made us touch her palm, because in the dream this somehow verified that she was full.

at that moment, i woke up, and my first thought was (seriously):

that would make a great taco bell commercial.

the end.

[angelique]

Analyse these two old dreams I had:


18/02/10
A string of lifeless, emaciated, black people slid down a zig-zagging yellow pole into a lake, and soon the lake became a frothy red soup of blood and innards.

Later on, I met John Howard in a library.

This one seems fairly straightforward. There is something about Australian politics or else the geographical location where you're located in which you think will cause anger within the black population. Perhaps dealing with immigration (Howard supported "One Australia" and was against multiculturalism)


25/09/09
My dad tasered me with a long, wiry device, and by doing so extracted my visual memories which was splayed across the living room wall in a futuristic holographic manner
Then he threatened to bludgeon my head in with a roll of clingwrap.

This one is also simple but powerful. You feel that your father is emotionally/ personally intrusive in relation to something, and that he has power over the situation in which you feel moderately threatened.

[ApeTheDog]

I dreamt I was sitting at a table with lots of people I went to school with, and they were passing each other notes made up out of letters from newspapers (think ransom notes in movies). I was passed one, cut a few words and sentences out of the pile of newspapers lying in front of me and passed it on to my right. All messages moved from left to right, and people sat around a HUGE oval table. I remember that this game was very, very complicated and no fun to play.

Then we all went to sleep (this was some kind of school holiday, I guess), and in the sleeping quarters were these double beds (bunks, with a top and bottom bed). There I suddenly started throwing pies at everybody, chasing them through the room - while they were all running away. In the end I hit a girl (who was not that remarkable) and she begged me not to throw another pie at her. I felt really guilty, and the dream ends there.

[angelique]

try this one: http://forums.intpcentral.com/showpost.php?p=1339330&postcount=28

and don't give me that tl;dr crapolla!

It's actually a very nice, detailed dream! :)

Symbolically, it suggests you have some unresolved anger towards your family. Either your family is fighting for inheritance which is tearing each of you apart and killing off communication or else you feel that your position in the family is compromised by your brother. There is some unspoken rivalry between you, your brother and your cousin.

[Ptah]

Here's a 101 for ya, I'm sure.

Nearly every dream I remember -- if and when I remeber them, which isn't at all very often -- involves, more or less in order:

1.a setting of my parents house, where present-day versions of my siblings and I live on as we did when we were children. sometimes modern-day friends visit.

2.my parents house has rooms and doors that lead to parts of my own home now, and the setting shifts there eventually

3.i begin to realize this is a dream and begin toy with my dream-power of telekinesis; (as in: lucid dreaming dawns quickly) very often this means I'll start to change the dream setting (and the behavior of people in it) to whatever I like... until it feels as if the dream-world is disintegrating, fighting back against me,

4.so i often begin to fly, but nowhere in particular -- just enjoy the power of flight, escaping the disintegration of the dream-world before.

5.i wake up feeling as if I'd been dropped into bed, and in a delirious half-dreaming half-waking state where I test to see if telekinesis still works on objects at the bedside. When the disappointment that it doesn't comes, I know I'm awake. (because sometimes, I dream that I awaken and telekinesis still works; I'll get all the way to taking a shower and almost getting out the door before I snap awake abruptly to repeat #5 in the waking state).

Often if I wake up between 3 and 4 for whatever reason (dream-world disintegration shock, or the turn of a nightmare fighting against me), I wake into that "body paralysis", where my body feels numb and I can't move right away -- I literally cannot feel or move my body for a few horrifying moments. When movement does return, it is sluggish, foreign, like the body-wide funny bone had been struck. It takes minutes to recover, during which I can't really walk (on account of missing/stunned proprioceptive feedback)?

[angelique]

i'm interested in what you'd make of these:
1. dream had in january of '09 (http://forums.intpcentral.com/showpost.php?p=1034348&postcount=305). i know what all the 'partner' stuff means, don't bother commenting on it, as that would be boring. but what about yoda, the door, the foreign language, and disco balls?

It seems like you are idealising this relationship you have with this person akin to some spiritual 70s type metaphysical source of wisdom (yoda/disco ball). The suit of armour could represent repressed feelings of vulnerability or an emotional weakness that you feel you have to protect yourself from.

Perhaps you feel invisible to your partner, or at least, it seems that he is preoccupied with other people in the dream, so that you feel ignored. Do you consciously feel this way IWL?


2. unique dream had in 2008 (unique because it had a soundtrack, which had never happened before and hasn't since.

at the beginning, i was not aware that it was a dream, and i was a character in the dream. it took place in a modern city, as in very techy, but the streets were cobblestoned and there were gothic, stone castles right next to the looming skyscrapers, department stores and brownstones in the downtown area. it had been raining for a long time but wasn't anymore, and i remember thinking how beautiful and melancholic the stoned streets look reflecting back the orange street-lamps. the street-lamps were gas.

the whole city was in a dawn of the dead situation; everyone was turning into zombies. i was with a woman whom i loved, trying to find sanctuary (she was a character out of a novel, not someone i know IRL). the dream began with us running through the streets. we had a narrow escape from a pregnant zombie, but otherwise seemed to be avoiding detection. we were making our way toward a sort of condo, which was at the top of a tall, industrial looking building. i remember, in the dream, having incredibly vivid memories of the condo as a beautiful place with lots of mahogany and a huge library, but in the dream there was something nagging at me, something about not being able to really remember ever having been there, and not knowing why i could remember the place if i had never been there.

we reached the building where i thought the condo was, and another group of people ran into the service elevator with us to escape the melee on the ground. two of them had been bitten, and we were pissed that they had gotten into the elevator, as they were obviously about to morph. we quietly climbed up through the ceiling into the air-shaft, to get away from them.

the air-shaft had windows for some reason, and as we were riding the roof of the elevator upwards, i looked out into a building across the street. it was full of brunettes in piles, some dead, some still alive with terrified looks on their faces. i made eye contact with one, and it was an incredibly primal experience to witness her fear, i felt my heart stop beating (in the dream). then i saw the pregnant zombie that had chased us come around a corner with a shopping cart: she was taking clothes from the pile of woman, and body parts. the pregnant zombie suddenly whipped her head up-wards and stared at me with the creepiest smile i have ever seen, and as the elevator rose, creating an angle that prevented me from watching her any longer, she indicated that she was coming for me next.

we reached the top floor in safety, but we could hear that the people in the elevator were now zombies. we snuck into the condo, and much to my chagrin it was not a condo anymore, but a kind of cavernous gymnasium, with collapsed bleachers and folding chairs in stacks along the walls. we decided to bar the gym doors and make the best of it, but i was really disturbed by the fact that it was a gym- where the fuck was this condo i was remembering?

so while she barred one of the doors, i crawled under some collapsed bleachers to grab something or other that we needed. while i was under there, i heard this rushing noise and looked up. the far end of the gym was so far away that the figures were mere silhouettes, features indistinguishable. they were rushing out of a single door, but spreading along the far wall in a single line, much like ballet dancers might do.

at that precise moment, i heard tchaikovsky's nutcracker suite begin playing (it was pervasive- like a film score would sound to the actors if they could hear it. it came from nowhere in particular, and was very loud). no zombies started twirling, but they did move in odd patterns that seemed vaguely dancelike as they rushed at me.

i scrambled out from under the bleachers just as several of them were crawling under to get me, grabbed m'lady, and high-tailed it around a corner that had magically appeared. we were suddenly out of the gym and in a wide hallway. the zombies were gaining on us, and as we rounded one corner we ran right into a group of four of them. they were just standing there. a non-zombie was with them (it was a man who looked like rufus scrimgoer looks in my head, and he was wearing a top hat); he spread open his arms and beamed at us, and yelled "don't be alarmed- they won't eat you, because they're full!" one of the female zombies who was standing there said "yes, he's right- see? i'm full." she held out her hand and made us touch her palm, because in the dream this somehow verified that she was full.

at that moment, i woke up, and my first thought was (seriously):

that would make a great taco bell commercial.

the end.

Your dream suggests that you feel like you are simply going through the motions in life and have a kind of fear in which you are actively struggling against. ("walking zombie"). This could be related to your job or else your perspective on life in which you have lost your vision. You also have some fear of being a parent ("pregnant zombie") and not being able to have the freedom to do as you wish.

[angelique]

Here's a 101 for ya, I'm sure.

Nearly every dream I remember -- if and when I remeber them, which isn't at all very often -- involves, more or less in order:

1.a setting of my parents house, where present-day versions of my siblings and I live on as we did when we were children. sometimes modern-day friends visit.

2.my parents house has rooms and doors that lead to parts of my own home now, and the setting shifts there eventually

3.i begin to realize this is a dream and begin toy with my dream-power of telekinesis; (as in: lucid dreaming dawns quickly) very often this means I'll start to change the dream setting (and the behavior of people in it) to whatever I like... until it feels as if the dream-world is disintegrating, fighting back against me,

4.so i often begin to fly, but nowhere in particular -- just enjoy the power of flight, escaping the disintegration of the dream-world before.

5.i wake up feeling as if I'd been dropped into bed, and in a delirious half-dreaming half-waking state where I test to see if telekinesis still works on objects at the bedside. When the disappointment that it doesn't comes, I know I'm awake. (because sometimes, I dream that I awaken and telekinesis still works; I'll get all the way to taking a shower and almost getting out the door before I snap awake abruptly to repeat #5 in the waking state).

Often if I wake up between 3 and 4 for whatever reason (dream-world disintegration shock, or the turn of a nightmare fighting against me), I wake into that "body paralysis", where my body feels numb and I can't move right away -- I literally cannot feel or move my body for a few horrifying moments. When movement does return, it is sluggish, foreign, like the body-wide funny bone had been struck. It takes minutes to recover, during which I can't really walk (on account of missing/stunned proprioceptive feedback)?

Nice dream. :)

As you've gotten older, your mindset has shifted into your parents' so that you see from their perspective (new rooms shifting into your own house) that you didn't realise before.

This could be a variety of things related to your childhood or your upbringing.

Flying suggests that either a. you feel sexually liberated or else b. emotionally independent without anything weighing you down so that you have the freedom to do whatever you choose.

[stigmatica]

Wow! An analyze thread where the OP actually analyzes stuff. Maddy, your forest is wilting!

Nice, Angelique. I hope I can actually manage to remember a dream to be analyzed here one of these days.

[ApeTheDog]

I think you skipped mine because it will be analysed with super awesomety, and you needed to prepare a little. That is cool.

[Melody]

http://chu3.blogspot.com

well then get to it

[elfsprin]

It seems like you are idealising this relationship you have with this person akin to some spiritual 70s type metaphysical source of wisdom (yoda/disco ball). The suit of armour could represent repressed feelings of vulnerability or an emotional weakness that you feel you have to protect yourself from.

Perhaps you feel invisible to your partner, or at least, it seems that he is preoccupied with other people in the dream, so that you feel ignored. Do you consciously feel this way IWL?

that relationship ended shortly after that dream, so no i do not feel that way in real life.

why is it, 'technically,' that the disco ball is seen as referencing the '70s, and not, for example, reflection (infinite) or recursion?

what about the language?



Your dream suggests that you feel like you are simply going through the motions in life and have a kind of fear in which you are actively struggling against. ("walking zombie"). This could be related to your job or else your perspective on life in which you have lost your vision. You also have some fear of being a parent ("pregnant zombie") and not being able to have the freedom to do as you wish.

i would tend to disagree with this, as i don't think it's true in blanket fashion that things feared in dreams are necessarily some form of self-portrait.

[angelique]

I think you skipped mine because it will be analysed with super awesomety, and you needed to prepare a little. That is cool.

Yes! I will be getting to it.


that relationship ended shortly after that dream, so no i do not feel that way in real life.

why is it, 'technically,' that the disco ball is seen as referencing the '70s, and not, for example, reflection (infinite) or recursion?

what about the language?

Typically self reflection is more accurately represented by mirrors- often people who have inner reflection will have dreams of looking at themselves in the mirror.



i would tend to disagree with this, as i don't think it's true in blanket fashion that things feared in dreams are necessarily some form of self-portrait.

The overwhelming sense of anxiety of being chased and assimilated strongly suggests that underneath the surface exterior, you subconsciously fear what you are running away from.

[HoneyCyclical]

Had a dream that involved a man. Don't know him, never met him IRL. It was in modern day setting but he was taking care of his four year old daughter and older sister (probably in her 30s) and the way that he cared for his older sister as the male relative was very 19th century....taking care of the spinster sister because she could not socially/legally/financially do it on her own unless she was married. Weird because I'm a single female in her 30s and I was taking care of myself financially in the dream. They were all three on the run from the child's bio mom who was chasing them down everywhere that they went. It was similar to the abusive man beating his wife, wife escapes with child and hides, man hunts her down scenario we've all heard about but not exactly. As I write this I immediately think of the film "The Shipping News".
I felt an overwhelming depth of compassion for this man and his daughter. I felt compelled to aid them, to help them, to offer my assistance. And over time I began to form a deep bond with his daughter. I wanted to adopt her. Which is bizarre because I have never wanted children. I got along great with the man's sister and became quite attached to them all. In fact, all of the best characteristics of my personality surfaced in this situation. I didn't overthink things, I wasn't hypercritical, I didn't push away or close down, I was steady instead of chaotic, I was grounded. I simply...loved them. Eventually I developed a romantic attraction for the man and he I but we never stated as such in good 19th century fashion though set in modern times. There was a precise and steady movement of transition from friends, to bonding, to romantic attraction. ..which is essentially how I work IRL. The dream ended with the man and I eventually kissing. I actually woke up puckering.

I should probably stop watching BBC mini-series. Or films in general. Or reading books. Yeah, that will never ever ever ever happen. Stories are bar none my favorite thing about living/life. I think I would wither without them.

[ciphersort]

I am in the living room of an old farmhouse looking out of the window. A woman is sitting in a chair facing away from the window. Through the window I can see people floating across a field from left to right in early morning mist. One of the spirits, a young girl enters the house through the front door. She pauses and looks at me and smiles. I wave. She floats up the stairs. I go back to looking out the window and start describing people I see to the woman in the chair. She recognizes some of them as relatives and friends that have passed away. I try to convince her to take a look but she won't. I tell her that she should try and talk to those that she knows, but she refuses. I go back to looking out the window and across the field and down a hill I see the Pillsbury Dough Boy jumping up and down. This is just too much and I burst out laughing. I say "Holy shit it's the Pillsbury Dough Boy!". I jump up and wave and the PDB does the same but with a loud "Whoo hooooo". I woke up laughing hard.

[HoneyCyclical]

I go back to looking out the window and across the field and down a hill I see the Pilsbury Dough Boy jumping up and down. This is just too much and I burst out laughing. I say "Holy shit it's the Pilsbury Dough Boy!". I jump up and wave and the PDB does the same but with a loud "Whoo hooooo". I woke up laughing hard.

Hahahah!

[Neville]

I'm calling every last one of you that remembers all this detail from dreams a fucking liar.

[HoneyCyclical]

Aww, Neville's pulling an Ape.

Wait...Ape remembered his dream. Hmmm...that is curious.

Dreams are like a second life, Neville. Maybe you should take something for it. Like wormwood.

[Qfwfq]

I am in the living room of an old farmhouse looking out of the window. A woman is setting in a chair facing away from the window. Through the window I can see people floating across a field from left to right in early morning mist. One of the spirits, a young girl floats enters the house through the front door. She pauses and looks at me and smiles. I wave. She floats up the stairs. I go back to looking out the window and start describing people I see to the woman in the chair. She recognizes some of them as relatives and friends that have passed away. I try to convince her to take a look but she won't. I tell her that she should try and talk to those that she knows, but she refuses. I go back to looking out the window and across the field and down a hill I see the Pilsbury Dough Boy jumping up and down. This is just too much and I burst out laughing. I say "Holy shit it's the Pilsbury Dough Boy!". I jump up and wave and the PDB does the same but with a loud "Whoo hooooo". I woke up laughing hard.



lol are you serious? I've never woken up laughing from a dream. I think you're pulling our leg. I can't imagine catching yourself off guard with humor is a function of the subconscious.


I'm calling every last one of you that remembers all this detail from dreams a fucking liar.

Remembering dreams is an acquired skill. The more you write them down and make an effort in tracing it backwards, the more you'll remember next time.

[HoneyCyclical]

I've woken up screaming, laughing, puckering, crying, sweating, ....masturbating. You guys must sleep like fucking logs.

[jyng1]

I've woken up screaming, laughing, puckering, crying, sweating, ....masturbating. You guys must sleep like fucking logs.

I've woken up screaming cause the cats just jumped on my nuts...

[HoneyCyclical]

That's cat language for "I Love You".

[Ill eagle]

I dreamed I was at a location similar to the closet in the Lion Witch and the Wardrobe, but it was just another creepy town. It had the element of timelessness, which dreams can have. It felt like the dream lasted a year, but at least no less than a week. A few of my friends were in the dream. I pay close attention to people in my dreams. (Some people never show up, and certain people can) At the end of the length, I remember telling my mystic friend, how beautiful it'd be to live here a million years (in suffering), then return home as a kid, where everything's back to normal. The location was an insane place, though I can't explain it. I question the details I remember, like a playground, a jungle, and lunatics who held us hostage, being chased with a knife. I forgot much of it, but that's because it was so epic. Anyways, that's the first strange dream I've had, of it's kind.

[Corbin]

I never orgasm in sex dreams.

[Yurk]

Alright. In the dream I was in class. For some reason, we were reading Hamlet (or what was supposed to be Hamlet) aloud, and I was picked to read. On the left page there was a picture of a 3-headed dragon (King Ghidorah?) fighting a floating knight. I stumbled and messed up reading because I couldn't pronounce the dragon's name, and I was reading it in the manner of a sports announcer; I actually tried to announce the dragon's name like "And in this side of the ring, the challenger, *can't say name*."

I was asked why I messed up, and I said the name had too many consonants. The next thing I recall, I was home. I was in the guest room of my house with some friends, looking at the TV (which was inside the wall. This particular wall of the room was actually all a mirror, so the TV was in the center of the mirror). The teacher of the class earlier walked past this room with his wife into a bedroom adjacent to the guest room.

On the TV a large man with the head of Mike Tyson was standing up in his chair in a large stadium, yelling at a black midget standing outside the row of seats, on the stairs. The midget was wearing a keffiyeh and yelling back. Then the midget was pushed down, so he angrily got up and stomped down the steps. The midget had reminded me of the dragon for some reason. As I pondered that, the midget turned around and looked at me, and then the dragon from the class started to come out of his orifices and slowly proceeded to migrate from the TV into the room. Then I woke up.

[ciphersort]

lol are you serious? I've never woken up laughing from a dream. I think you're pulling our leg. I can't imagine catching yourself off guard with humor is a function of the subconscious.

I am not pulling your leg.


I've woken up screaming, laughing, puckering, crying, sweating, ....masturbating. You guys must sleep like fucking logs.

No shit.

[square]

I don't have dreams or don't remember any of my dreams. What does this mean?

[Acavado]

I drempt that I had grown a third nostril.

What does this mean?

[angelique]

Hi all, I was temporarily on holiday but here are my analyses. Take them or leave them. :)



I dreamt I was sitting at a table with lots of people I went to school with, and they were passing each other notes made up out of letters from newspapers (think ransom notes in movies). I was passed one, cut a few words and sentences out of the pile of newspapers lying in front of me and passed it on to my right. All messages moved from left to right, and people sat around a HUGE oval table. I remember that this game was very, very complicated and no fun to play.

Then we all went to sleep (this was some kind of school holiday, I guess), and in the sleeping quarters were these double beds (bunks, with a top and bottom bed). There I suddenly started throwing pies at everybody, chasing them through the room - while they were all running away. In the end I hit a girl (who was not that remarkable) and she begged me not to throw another pie at her. I felt really guilty, and the dream ends there.

You're bored with the collaborative way of storytelling. Perhaps you are a screenplay writer, and the editing process of taking remnants of other works you find predictable and need a new challenge in your life.

Sleep- you are presently engaged in having sex with as many people as possible (throwing pies) :) You're guilty cos' you're not sure if that's what you want, but you're in that experimental phase of your life.


Had a dream that involved a man. Don't know him, never met him IRL. It was in modern day setting but he was taking care of his four year old daughter and older sister (probably in her 30s) and the way that he cared for his older sister as the male relative was very 19th century....taking care of the spinster sister because she could not socially/legally/financially do it on her own unless she was married. Weird because I'm a single female in her 30s and I was taking care of myself financially in the dream. They were all three on the run from the child's bio mom who was chasing them down everywhere that they went. It was similar to the abusive man beating his wife, wife escapes with child and hides, man hunts her down scenario we've all heard about but not exactly. As I write this I immediately think of the film "The Shipping News".
I felt an overwhelming depth of compassion for this man and his daughter. I felt compelled to aid them, to help them, to offer my assistance. And over time I began to form a deep bond with his daughter. I wanted to adopt her. Which is bizarre because I have never wanted children. I got along great with the man's sister and became quite attached to them all. In fact, all of the best characteristics of my personality surfaced in this situation. I didn't overthink things, I wasn't hypercritical, I didn't push away or close down, I was steady instead of chaotic, I was grounded. I simply...loved them. Eventually I developed a romantic attraction for the man and he I but we never stated as such in good 19th century fashion though set in modern times. There was a precise and steady movement of transition from friends, to bonding, to romantic attraction. ..which is essentially how I work IRL. The dream ended with the man and I eventually kissing. I actually woke up puckering.

I should probably stop watching BBC mini-series. Or films in general. Or reading books. Yeah, that will never ever ever ever happen. Stories are bar none my favorite thing about living/life. I think I would wither without them.

You're going to fall in love and learn a few things about yourself in the process. The film "shipping news" is an interesting symbol, because you are essentially telling yourself of the events you are about to experience, as if you're reading your own news. Films in dreams have a similar methodology to the ideals you have in your daily perceptions.


I am in the living room of an old farmhouse looking out of the window. A woman is sitting in a chair facing away from the window. Through the window I can see people floating across a field from left to right in early morning mist. One of the spirits, a young girl enters the house through the front door. She pauses and looks at me and smiles. I wave. She floats up the stairs. I go back to looking out the window and start describing people I see to the woman in the chair. She recognizes some of them as relatives and friends that have passed away. I try to convince her to take a look but she won't. I tell her that she should try and talk to those that she knows, but she refuses. I go back to looking out the window and across the field and down a hill I see the Pillsbury Dough Boy jumping up and down. This is just too much and I burst out laughing. I say "Holy shit it's the Pillsbury Dough Boy!". I jump up and wave and the PDB does the same but with a loud "Whoo hooooo". I woke up laughing hard.

Your perspective on life is that you feel you are tied to convention- and cannot get out of the view that you have limited yourself to.


I dreamed I was at a location similar to the closet in the Lion Witch and the Wardrobe, but it was just another creepy town. It had the element of timelessness, which dreams can have. It felt like the dream lasted a year, but at least no less than a week. A few of my friends were in the dream. I pay close attention to people in my dreams. (Some people never show up, and certain people can) At the end of the length, I remember telling my mystic friend, how beautiful it'd be to live here a million years (in suffering), then return home as a kid, where everything's back to normal. The location was an insane place, though I can't explain it. I question the details I remember, like a playground, a jungle, and lunatics who held us hostage, being chased with a knife. I forgot much of it, but that's because it was so epic. Anyways, that's the first strange dream I've had, of it's kind.

You are somehow afraid of having a sexual relationship with a new male love interest who makes you feel insane. Primarily, there is something about the situation that makes you feel as if everything is incredibly magical in the children's book that you feel familiar with in which sexual discovery was contagious and exciting.


I never orgasm in sex dreams.

You feel trapped in your job/ career.


Alright. In the dream I was in class. For some reason, we were reading Hamlet (or what was supposed to be Hamlet) aloud, and I was picked to read. On the left page there was a picture of a 3-headed dragon (King Ghidorah?) fighting a floating knight. I stumbled and messed up reading because I couldn't pronounce the dragon's name, and I was reading it in the manner of a sports announcer; I actually tried to announce the dragon's name like "And in this side of the ring, the challenger, *can't say name*."

I was asked why I messed up, and I said the name had too many consonants. The next thing I recall, I was home. I was in the guest room of my house with some friends, looking at the TV (which was inside the wall. This particular wall of the room was actually all a mirror, so the TV was in the center of the mirror). The teacher of the class earlier walked past this room with his wife into a bedroom adjacent to the guest room.

On the TV a large man with the head of Mike Tyson was standing up in his chair in a large stadium, yelling at a black midget standing outside the row of seats, on the stairs. The midget was wearing a keffiyeh and yelling back. Then the midget was pushed down, so he angrily got up and stomped down the steps. The midget had reminded me of the dragon for some reason. As I pondered that, the midget turned around and looked at me, and then the dragon from the class started to come out of his orifices and slowly proceeded to migrate from the TV into the room. Then I woke up.

You feel abused in your relationships with men. You're Ophelia in Hamlet who sometimes feel she is abandoned and there is a lesson to be learned about respecting yourself so that you do not become involved in these relationships in which you are taken for granted or else psychologically traumatised. The TV is a view into how you see yourself, and you feel sometimes you are a mental midget who can't stand up for yourself.



I don't have dreams or don't remember any of my dreams. What does this mean?

Means you smoke too much pot. :)


I drempt that I had grown a third nostril.

What does this mean?

You have an extraordinary sense of intuition that sees beyond the normal realms of perception.

[Qlippoth]

I had this dream a couple nights ago where I was trying to tell a joke, but I couldn't remember the punchline. I wasn't too stressed out about it, just shrugged to myself.

The joke went like this: A kid was having a birthday party. His granparents were upset they couldn't come so decided to send a Rabbi to deliver a singogram. The Rabbi rang the doorbell, and the kid answered. Then the Rabbi proceeded to sing....

That's where I couldn't remember. I was pretty sure the punchline was some sort of scriptural pun. When I woke up I was freaking sure this was a real joke, and even tried to look it up on the internet. But then I realized there's not really a big audience for scriptural jokes.

[stigmatica]

OK, I ACTUALLY remembered a dream.. sort of. Some parts are hazy, others still vivid. I'll give it a shot, though. Just a note before I begin: I think I may have accidentally OD'd on Ibuprofen before sleeping this morning. Don't ask. :ph34r:

In my dream, I was standing on a street corner. A bus pulled up, and as I went to get on, several translucent ghosts of people started getting off, and passing through me on the way. When they passed through me, I can vividly remember feeling and tasting the passage. It felt like a bad cold, with that sickly sweet taste of infected phlegm in my mouth, but immediately dissipated after they passed through me.

I recall looking at the bus driver, who at first appeared normal, but then he looked at me and took on a corporeal and creepy appearance. The bus was empty otherwise. The rest is hazy. I recall trying to gauge the drivers intentions, and where the bus was going. I recall contemplating getting off the bus, but don't know if I did or not.

Edit: Also, creepily, I feel like I've maybe had this dream before.

[Yurk]

You feel abused in your relationships with men.... The TV is a view into how you see yourself, and you feel sometimes you are a mental midget who can't stand up for yourself.

But I am a straight male, and I feel relations with my father have always been good! Maybe the last statement has some merit, though.

[LastRailway]

I dreamt yesterday that I was walking in a city (which I think I see frequently in dreams, but I'm not sure - I don't remember this city in real life though) and I passed in front of a restaurant. I looked inside and two of my brothers and my mother were sitting inside. I couldn't decide if I should get in and greet them or leave before they notice I'm there, then I remembered that they wouldn't recognise me anyway because of (some reason I don't remember).

I hardly ever dream about my family (which is not the sitting-in-a-restaurant type, anyway).

[Flatchett]

When I was 7 or 8 I dreamed that bizarro-evil Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, etc. were inside my closet at the foot of my bed. The details are a bit hazy, but IIRC beyond the open closet door there was some kind of dark jungle with the creepy Pooh gang in the foreground looking at me and fires, maniacal laughter, and indistinct beings dancing in the distance.

[Ming]

I was a playing piece on a monopoly board; I transformed from the car into two dice, moved forward some squares, and landed. The pieces seemed big/surrounding; the board wasn't a 'plain' board. It seemed to cross many different dimensions. Reminded me of an end of a black hole.

And the other one which I remember really clearly was that I woke up, but couldn't move my arms/limbs/body. No matter what happened, it just wouldn't budge. Then I fell asleep and didn't care at all. (Ironic, since I'm caring about it now...)

[Melody]

And the other one which I remember really clearly was that I woke up, but couldn't move my arms/limbs/body. No matter what happened, it just wouldn't budge. Then I fell asleep and didn't care at all. (Ironic, since I'm caring about it now...)it was probably sleep paralysis (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis). it's happened to me a couple times

[stigmatica]

it was probably sleep paralysis (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis). it's happened to me a couple times
Yep. It's happened to me a few times. In the worst episode, I awoke in my bed to see a growling werewolf in the corner of my room, growling at me. I couldn't move, and every time I tried, the werewolf's growl intensified. After a few minutes, the growl turned into a buzz, the werewolf turned into a humidifier running in the corner, and then I could move again. Very unsettling to be paralyzed with a werewolf sitting in the corner, growling at you.

[Qlippoth]

Yep. It's happened to me a few times. In the worst episode, I awoke in my bed to see a growling werewolf in the corner of my room, growling at me. I couldn't move, and every time I tried, the werewolf's growl intensified. After a few minutes, the growl turned into a buzz, the werewolf turned into a humidifier running in the corner, and then I could move again. Very unsettling to be paralyzed with a werewolf sitting in the corner, growling at you.

This has happened to me a couple of times. Once I saw a spider, and another time I saw my mother in law. *shudder*

[OtakuJolyn]

Ok, I had like a three part dream:

first part: a white rabbit, like in alice in wonderland, going through these videogame like levels, but running away from something, i think it was like a knight in golden armor, and the rabbit was opening these treasure chests and he was looking for something...

second part: i was in my grandma's back yard and there were people in cosplay, and some of them were anthropomorphic people in cosplay, mostly in reds and blacks or blue and white and a little black, my grandmothers shed was a haunted house or something, and at the end of it there was my dead cat. then I go to the woods in her backyard...

Last part:
in a field/woods and the colors were goldish/amber... A rabbit/hare in a field staring at something, which happens to be this bobcat/cougar, and the rabbit doesn't move, and the cat gets closer and closer...stalking, and then pounces, and I wake up...

[stigmatica]

OK, I just woke up with a terrible back ache... again. :mellow:

Anyway, before I take my ibuprofen and sit in my special "my backs killing me" recliner, I thought I'd put my dream down here. It was one of those I really didn't want to fuck up by waking up, but did, because of my dammed ass back!

In the dream, I'm walking around in some kind of a weird High School reunion carnival/fair. There's people from my HS all around, and though I can recognize them as people I should know, I can't place any names to any faces.

Suddenly I see a redheaded girl who looks like one of my best female friends from HS. I say something to her, she smiles and keeps walking like she doesn't remember me. I see a bowling alley through a crowd, and start making my way too it. While pushing my way through the crowd, I see a guy asking a group of people at a table if he can take their empty chair, and the people at the table are ignoring him. I yell out to him: "No! It's not taken, you can have it!" in a polite manner. A woman who happened to be next to me in the crowd at the time smiles at me, and asked "How did you know if the chair was free?". I laughed, and said "I didn't, I just thought the people at the table were being ass holes, and the man needed the chair"

The woman was in her 30's, and incredibly attractive. But not attractive so much in a magazine model I want to bone you way. She just felt incredibly comfortable, like we were kindred souls, and looked like she was "the one" somehow. I didn't recognize her at all, though.

I muscled my way to the bowling alley door, and held it open for her. She walked in under my arm as I held the door, and we made our way to a table inside the bowling alley. Suddenly, I realized she had a kid with her, a little girl my daughters age. She said she was going to get her daughter some nachos, and I stopped her and said I'd get us all something to eat and drink. She then said she'd get the nachos for everyone, if I'd get the drinks. We left her daughter at the table, and made our way to the food bar.

At the food bar, some asshole said something, but I can't remember what. I only remember picking him up by the front of his shirt, threatening him, and scaring him off.

About this time, I woke up with a terrible back ache, changed position in bed 5 times in a battle to try to continue my dream, it didn't work, so I came down stairs to recall my dream on this thread... just for you folks. lol

Now, about those ibuprofen! I'm going to try to concentrate on that dream as I sit in my special chair. Who IS SHE!!!! DAMMIT!!!!!!

[Zorua]

I dreamt this about a month ago:

I had a dream where my family and I were in church during a sermon, and this alarm system starting ringing. My dad came running in from outside, and I asked him what was wrong. He looked terrified and said he couldn't explain it. I think he cried a little too. So we went outside, and we realized part of the church was on fire. We ran away from the burning building and went to this clearing where everyone else was. We could see the entire city of Los Angeles from there. All of a sudden, a nuclear bomb hit LA. It looked like some weird fire-plasma-electric thing rising above the city and turning into a mushroom cloud. A few seconds later another nuclear bomb hit the church. I said goodbye to my family and told them I loved them before it obliterated us all.

[angelique]

I had this dream a couple nights ago where I was trying to tell a joke, but I couldn't remember the punchline. I wasn't too stressed out about it, just shrugged to myself.

The joke went like this: A kid was having a birthday party. His granparents were upset they couldn't come so decided to send a Rabbi to deliver a singogram. The Rabbi rang the doorbell, and the kid answered. Then the Rabbi proceeded to sing....

That's where I couldn't remember. I was pretty sure the punchline was some sort of scriptural pun. When I woke up I was freaking sure this was a real joke, and even tried to look it up on the internet. But then I realized there's not really a big audience for scriptural jokes.

You seem to realise that your religious upbringing is a sort of "joke" in which you can no longer take seriously. Perhaps this is because of the rigidity of the religion in which you no longer abide by.


OK, I ACTUALLY remembered a dream.. sort of. Some parts are hazy, others still vivid. I'll give it a shot, though. Just a note before I begin: I think I may have accidentally OD'd on Ibuprofen before sleeping this morning. Don't ask. :ph34r:

In my dream, I was standing on a street corner. A bus pulled up, and as I went to get on, several translucent ghosts of people started getting off, and passing through me on the way. When they passed through me, I can vividly remember feeling and tasting the passage. It felt like a bad cold, with that sickly sweet taste of infected phlegm in my mouth, but immediately dissipated after they passed through me.

I recall looking at the bus driver, who at first appeared normal, but then he looked at me and took on a corporeal and creepy appearance. The bus was empty otherwise. The rest is hazy. I recall trying to gauge the drivers intentions, and where the bus was going. I recall contemplating getting off the bus, but don't know if I did or not.

Edit: Also, creepily, I feel like I've maybe had this dream before.

You are remembering all your previous relationships (ghosts) which have left a bad taste in your mouth. The bus represents your past.



I dreamt yesterday that I was walking in a city (which I think I see frequently in dreams, but I'm not sure - I don't remember this city in real life though) and I passed in front of a restaurant. I looked inside and two of my brothers and my mother were sitting inside. I couldn't decide if I should get in and greet them or leave before they notice I'm there, then I remembered that they wouldn't recognise me anyway because of (some reason I don't remember).

I hardly ever dream about my family (which is not the sitting-in-a-restaurant type, anyway).

It appears you have lingering thoughts of making peace with your family, and have something you'd like to reconcile with them which relates to your childhood. You have changed and not sure they will accept you.


When I was 7 or 8 I dreamed that bizarro-evil Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, etc. were inside my closet at the foot of my bed. The details are a bit hazy, but IIRC beyond the open closet door there was some kind of dark jungle with the creepy Pooh gang in the foreground looking at me and fires, maniacal laughter, and indistinct beings dancing in the distance.

There's something about your workplace or else how you relate to people in which you others are very immature, and you feel bullied as if you were a little kid.


I was a playing piece on a monopoly board; I transformed from the car into two dice, moved forward some squares, and landed. The pieces seemed big/surrounding; the board wasn't a 'plain' board. It seemed to cross many different dimensions. Reminded me of an end of a black hole.

And the other one which I remember really clearly was that I woke up, but couldn't move my arms/limbs/body. No matter what happened, it just wouldn't budge. Then I fell asleep and didn't care at all. (Ironic, since I'm caring about it now...)

You feel trapped (paralysed) in designing something that requires many dimensions. The black hole represents an obstacle you cannot overcome.


Ok, I had like a three part dream:

first part: a white rabbit, like in alice in wonderland, going through these videogame like levels, but running away from something, i think it was like a knight in golden armor, and the rabbit was opening these treasure chests and he was looking for something...

second part: i was in my grandma's back yard and there were people in cosplay, and some of them were anthropomorphic people in cosplay, mostly in reds and blacks or blue and white and a little black, my grandmothers shed was a haunted house or something, and at the end of it there was my dead cat. then I go to the woods in her backyard...

Last part:
in a field/woods and the colors were goldish/amber... A rabbit/hare in a field staring at something, which happens to be this bobcat/cougar, and the rabbit doesn't move, and the cat gets closer and closer...stalking, and then pounces, and I wake up...

You are engaged in some sort of risky behaviour in which you are engaging in a dangerous amount of drugs that is near overdose. The dream is a warning for you to tone it down.


OK, I just woke up with a terrible back ache... again. :mellow:

Anyway, before I take my ibuprofen and sit in my special "my backs killing me" recliner, I thought I'd put my dream down here. It was one of those I really didn't want to fuck up by waking up, but did, because of my dammed ass back!

In the dream, I'm walking around in some kind of a weird High School reunion carnival/fair. There's people from my HS all around, and though I can recognize them as people I should know, I can't place any names to any faces.

Suddenly I see a redheaded girl who looks like one of my best female friends from HS. I say something to her, she smiles and keeps walking like she doesn't remember me. I see a bowling alley through a crowd, and start making my way too it. While pushing my way through the crowd, I see a guy asking a group of people at a table if he can take their empty chair, and the people at the table are ignoring him. I yell out to him: "No! It's not taken, you can have it!" in a polite manner. A woman who happened to be next to me in the crowd at the time smiles at me, and asked "How did you know if the chair was free?". I laughed, and said "I didn't, I just thought the people at the table were being ass holes, and the man needed the chair"

The woman was in her 30's, and incredibly attractive. But not attractive so much in a magazine model I want to bone you way. She just felt incredibly comfortable, like we were kindred souls, and looked like she was "the one" somehow. I didn't recognize her at all, though.

I muscled my way to the bowling alley door, and held it open for her. She walked in under my arm as I held the door, and we made our way to a table inside the bowling alley. Suddenly, I realized she had a kid with her, a little girl my daughters age. She said she was going to get her daughter some nachos, and I stopped her and said I'd get us all something to eat and drink. She then said she'd get the nachos for everyone, if I'd get the drinks. We left her daughter at the table, and made our way to the food bar.

At the food bar, some asshole said something, but I can't remember what. I only remember picking him up by the front of his shirt, threatening him, and scaring him off.

About this time, I woke up with a terrible back ache, changed position in bed 5 times in a battle to try to continue my dream, it didn't work, so I came down stairs to recall my dream on this thread... just for you folks. lol

Now, about those ibuprofen! I'm going to try to concentrate on that dream as I sit in my special chair. Who IS SHE!!!! DAMMIT!!!!!!

The way you relate to others reminds you of the popularity games in high school in which you feel largely ignored and uncool.

You like the childlike nature of the woman who befriends you.


I dreamt this about a month ago:

I had a dream where my family and I were in church during a sermon, and this alarm system starting ringing. My dad came running in from outside, and I asked him what was wrong. He looked terrified and said he couldn't explain it. I think he cried a little too. So we went outside, and we realized part of the church was on fire. We ran away from the burning building and went to this clearing where everyone else was. We could see the entire city of Los Angeles from there. All of a sudden, a nuclear bomb hit LA. It looked like some weird fire-plasma-electric thing rising above the city and turning into a mushroom cloud. A few seconds later another nuclear bomb hit the church. I said goodbye to my family and told them I loved them before it obliterated us all.

You are severing your relationship with the Church and your family, and feel it's "the end of the world". There were several warning (alarms) however, your relationship with them will be permanently severed.

[Zorua]

You are severing your relationship with the Church and your family, and feel it's "the end of the world". There were several warning (alarms) however, your relationship with them will be permanently severed.
Uhh... I've been an atheist for years now.

[satesone]

i have alot of dreams where i am in a big field next to a bayou. i can jump really high and glide in this dream. i also have other dreams where i do something like hold my breath and i am able to jump repeatedly while still in the air. i keep doing it til i pass the height of the power lines and at that point i brace myself for the fall. i also have other dreams where i hang out high up in the trees.

[stigmatica]

You are remembering all your previous relationships (ghosts) which have left a bad taste in your mouth. The bus represents your past.

Plausible.



The way you relate to others reminds you of the popularity games in high school in which you feel largely ignored and uncool.

You like the childlike nature of the woman who befriends you.
Well, growing up I moved from school to school constantly, and starting any new school always makes one feel ignored for a while. Never felt uncool, though. Not really. More outside the norm. I was always more famous than cool, if that makes any sense. There's a difference. Oooh! He's the guy that blah blah blah blah! Too bad nobody really knows him. :mellow:

As to the woman in the dream, I just know that I really liked her, and didn't want to wake up. Why? Because she was "outside the norm" too. I look at the dream as basically me, living through what would be a very "cool" moment in time, if it were real.

[Flatchett]

There's something about your workplace or else how you relate to people in which you others are very immature, and you feel bullied as if you were a little kid.


No, this dream happened when I was a kid. It's just one I've always remembered.

[angelique]

Uhh... I've been an atheist for years now.

The Church would represent a belief system. It is possible that you used to have a certain set of beliefs (perhaps goals and aspirations in life) or else code of conduct that you abided by which you do not believe in anymore.


i have alot of dreams where i am in a big field next to a bayou. i can jump really high and glide in this dream. i also have other dreams where i do something like hold my breath and i am able to jump repeatedly while still in the air. i keep doing it til i pass the height of the power lines and at that point i brace myself for the fall. i also have other dreams where i hang out high up in the trees.

You are exploring your sexual power, and getting to the point where you really enjoy sex and orgasm (power lines/fall) and getting to the point where you can manage and time your performance :)


No, this dream happened when I was a kid. It's just one I've always remembered.

People always remember certain dreams for a good reason. It is you telling yourself that it is important. It could be that you have some unresolved feelings of having been bullied earlier in life that is affecting your current work performance.

[Limey]

The only re collectible dream that I have is a fairly obvious, self explanatory one.
I'm back in the neighborhood that I grew up in, only it's me now, in some sort of vulnerable position (you couldn't really let your guard down - in a sort of opposite to white people problems kinda way) - such as, I have the roof down on my convertible and my laptop is on the back seat and I'm a notoriously bad road at night and the zombie hoodies are moving in.

To me, a laptop theft is unacceptable, even with encryption, the news of the loss would be damaging, so I've thought about the exact parameters of a situation where I'd be willing to let it go and it isn't simply under threat of violence.

When in 'Rome', my M.O. is to do as the Romans do.

[angelique]

The only re collectible dream that I have is a fairly obvious, self explanatory one.
I'm back in the neighborhood that I grew up in, only it's me now, in some sort of vulnerable position (you couldn't really let your guard down - in a sort of opposite to white people problems kinda way) - such as, I have the roof down on my convertible and my laptop is on the back seat and I'm a notoriously bad road at night and the zombie hoodies are moving in.

To me, a laptop theft is unacceptable, even with encryption, the news of the loss would be damaging, so I've thought about the exact parameters of a situation where I'd be willing to let it go and it isn't simply under threat of violence.

When in 'Rome', my M.O. is to do as the Romans do.

You are putting yourself in a highly risky position in which you fear your financial position.

When in Rome-do as the Romans do- is a philosophy that relates to cultural differences- not a basis to commit crime and theft.

[Limey]

You are putting yourself in a highly risky position in which you fear your financial position.

When in Rome-do as the Romans do- is a philosophy that relates to cultural differences- not a basis to commit crime and theft.

And what are my lucky lotto numbers for this wednesday's draw?

[Neville]

I'm in my house with people. No idea who they are but we're running from something. I know that we have to get to the back of the house. I don't know why. I'm finally in the back of the house, my room and I'm barricading the door and trying to calm everyone down. Something's coming, I can feel it. I hear all the hall doors break and I know we have to get out. I have some sort of weapon at this point and axe or sword. I get everyone out the window and my door breaks. I give the people the weapon, slam the window closed and pull the curtains. I turn around and wake up.

[angelique]

I'm in my house with people. No idea who they are but we're running from something. I know that we have to get to the back of the house. I don't know why. I'm finally in the back of the house, my room and I'm barricading the door and trying to calm everyone down. Something's coming, I can feel it. I hear all the hall doors break and I know we have to get out. I have some sort of weapon at this point and axe or sword. I get everyone out the window and my door breaks. I give the people the weapon, slam the window closed and pull the curtains. I turn around and wake up.

You're emotionally withdrawing from a relationship and decide to close yourself off. You're also verbally intense, and know how to use words like weapons.

[Robb]

Not a dream but a question...

I never have dreams that arent rooted in reality. When I do remember a dream, its always extremely vivid and the only people in it are people I know, usually my wife, in a realistic situation or recalling something that has already happened IRL. I dont have dreams with little fairies flying around in space attacking monsters or anything like that. Does that mean anything?

[greenblob]

I posted this in the other dream thread:


I was dead. Two men were leading me somewhere along a rocky shore, my hands in theirs. I didn't recognize the men, but they looked familiar.
I've had this dream before, maybe around two months ago. That time, the men were different. Also, unlike the first time I had this dream, I woke up with a pain on my left shin. There was no mark on it and I don't think I could've bumped it on anything, as I was sleeping on my back. I don't remember hurting it in my dream either. It kept me from walking to my cell phone alarm, so I had to crawl. The pain disappeared suddenly and completely around 10 minutes later.

Now that I think about it, in the dream, I felt rather small, at least in comparison to the two men, whose heights were average.

[angelique]

Not a dream but a question...

I never have dreams that arent rooted in reality. When I do remember a dream, its always extremely vivid and the only people in it are people I know, usually my wife, in a realistic situation or recalling something that has already happened IRL. I dont have dreams with little fairies flying around in space attacking monsters or anything like that. Does that mean anything?

I can't really tell you without a specific dream you can recall that you've had.


I posted this in the other dream thread:

I was dead. Two men were leading me somewhere along a rocky shore, my hands in theirs. I didn't recognize the men, but they looked familiar.
I've had this dream before, maybe around two months ago. That time, the men were different. Also, unlike the first time I had this dream, I woke up with a pain on my left shin. There was no mark on it and I don't think I could've bumped it on anything, as I was sleeping on my back. I don't remember hurting it in my dream either. It kept me from walking to my cell phone alarm, so I had to crawl. The pain disappeared suddenly and completely around 10 minutes later.

Now that I think about it, in the dream, I felt rather small, at least in comparison to the two men, whose heights were average.

Two men are leading you on, thus creating an emotionally rocky relationship that makes you change (death) or else makes you feel dead inside. They are causing you much grief and pain (pain in your side/leg etc).

[Pearlrose]

I was really young when I had this dream but I remember it vividly:

I'm in a blizarred. I'm not cold or I don't notice that I'm cold. I'm running and stummbling from a dog sled driven by some huge guy with a whip. The dogs are all rabid, foaming at the mouth, red eyes and stuff, but they're following the guys orders, focused on me. When I look back at the guy, his face changes from an asian man with a funny mustache and a grimce/smirk to an antique hend held mirror with a gold frame and handle that is fogged over. I'm equally afraid of the dogs and man as I am of accidentally running off of a cliff.

[b3yondyourself]

A couple of friends and I were driving out in the desert. I was going pretty fast and I remember wondering why I was even driving. We were going down a trail which I noticed ended with a jump off the side of a cliff. My friend next to me yelled, "Faster!" and I gunned it. We shot into the air off the cliff. I starred in the sky and I saw the sun covered by light clouds in front of me. The car started leveling out and I could see the horizon. The hills were covered in lush green vegetation as far as I could see. I had the feeling that I was supposed to jump out and pull a parachute but I didn't. The car continued to turn downward toward the earth. I was picked up off my seat and started to float under my seat belt. I saw the ground below me through the windshield. It was covered in lush green bushes and trees. I could sense they were large but they were still very small from up there. As I look down I thought about my life and deemed it acceptable. I could leap from the car and pull a parachute but somehow it felt right to die there. The ground was rushing upon me now and the trees had grown large while I was lost in thought. I let go of the steering wheel and set my hands down at my sides. I took off my seat belt, leaned back, and closed my eyes. The dream went black for a while and all I heard was the sound of wind rushing past the car. I opened my eyes and saw a flash of green. Everything fell silent and the car slammed to the earth. My limp body slammed into the steering wheel and tumbled around the car as it roll. I remember the silence as I slam against the roof. I thought to my self "this must not be a dream, you never hit the ground in dreams,". I remember I felt as if I was mangled, I couldn't feel my body. It was as if every part of me was twisted and broken. I could feel nothing and I thought it was probably for the best. I slammed into the windshield and fell though. I was left on the ground unable to move. Mangled I lay there dying. My chest sat against the ground but my face was facing up at the sky. I wasn't breathing now. I looked up as the sun slowly broke through the clouds. It was warm on my face and shined brightly in my eyes even as everything started to go dim. I slowly closed my eyes before I woke up.

[Violet]

I'm running through an old cut-block* with tall grass whereas I shapeshift into a tiger. I see some people walking around the edges of the block, making noise, and being regular unobservant people. I slink off towards the forests edge not too worried about being spotted but no longer running.

At the edge of the trees I catch a grouse, pull it apart, and carry the chest/thigh peice as I head into the woods. I know where I'm going but I dont seem to be in any rush.

I get to a small clearing where a woman** I once knew in real life is. We play for awhile, then have crazy sex, make a fire and eat, have more sex. All in my tiger form.

I fall asleep beside the fire in my dream.

I wake up in real life.

*cut-block= an old logging block for those who dont know. Usually a rough geometiric shape of trees cut away. This one was maybe 15 years old, so it was more reclaimed by nature than an obvious swath of interruption.

**I had a weird relationship with her. At first she was my "mentor" as a child in my marital arts club. Then when I was about 16 I worked with her. Then she was my boss for about a year. All the while still doing marital arts together a couple times a week and travelling together to tournaments. At some point during all this I became her confidant. Eventually alot of weird sexual tension between us.

[kali]

I had the strangest dream last night...I usually don't dream, and when I do, they're usually either lucid or about having awesome sex.

I cut out my boyfriend's heart with a stanley knife, and put it in the freezer. I then decided it would be a waste, and immediately took it out and snuggled the warm, pulsing blob.

I didn't feel any anger or passion or anything whilst I was cutting it out. I was just really really fucking scared that I would get in trouble for what I had done, even though he was thrashing around and screaming in pain. My hands were all sweaty and I was shaking in panic and stuff. I then started to panic more, after my little snuggle-session, and then ran around the house looking for a good place to hide it.

And then I woke up. Yaayyyyyy.

[stigmatica]

I was diving for fossils in the River when I came across the mother load of fossils. My net bag for carrying fossils was somehow missing, so I ended up stuffing all my BC pockets, hands, and arms with as many as I could carry. When I surfaced next to the boat, the current really picked up.

Holding onto the boat with one arm, and trying desperately to cradle fossils in the other arm, I asked my wife (who was on the boat) for a bag. She said all the bags were full of pillows for the move. I told her to throw the pillows out, and give me the bags quick! She said she couldn't, she was packing. Fossils started falling from my arms and pockets and washing down the river, and my frustration grew desperate. Then I woke up.

[bellefleur]

I dreamt that my boyfriend was leaving me. He was all casual about it and I was crying and trying to talk him out of it. Then he got on the floor because he didn't want to be by me. He said we'll see where we go when he goes back to his parents. I started clutching the bed and screaming over and over.

[MacGuffin]

I dreamt that my boyfriend was leaving me. He was all casual about it and I was crying and trying to talk him out of it. Then he got on the floor because he didn't want to be by me. He said we'll see where we go when he goes back to his parents. I started clutching the bed and screaming over and over.

Let me take a crack at this one:

You're afraid your boyfriend will leave you.

[bellefleur]

Let me take a crack at this one:

You're afraid your boyfriend will leave you.


Not really.

[MacGuffin]

Not really.

If you already know, why'd you post???

[bellefleur]

If you already know, why'd you post???

I just know I'm not afraid of losing him, I didn't mean to imply that I already knew what my dream meant.

[MacGuffin]

I just know I'm not afraid of losing him, I didn't mean to imply that I already knew what my dream meant.

Not even subconsciously? Or you just don't care if you do lose him?

[bellefleur]

Not even subconsciously? Or you just don't care if you do lose him?

Maybe I do subconsciously. I care, he's just never given me a reason to fear him leaving.
I thought dreams were symbolic? lol

[theory]

bellefleur,

Perhaps it's about expressing emotions. One of you is either giving too much or too little. Or somewhere along the lines of becoming emotionally dependent. Which is common in relationships, but it can be fixed. It just depends on how well committed you both are.

Also, to generalize the symbolism (or however you'd like to put it) - it could be a projection of how you behave. You may not know it, but dreams will often give you the red flag that it's time to reflect/realize on how you act/feel, in this particular dream, how you act/feel in your relationship.

That's my rough take on it.


Anyway, my most common dreams involve squashing spiders, combatting zombies, and getting into arguments with family/friends. Oh, and flying off a cliff/steep hillside in a car - which usually wakes me up.

In addition to that, I suffer from sleep paralysis often.

[bellefleur]

Thanks theory =] Never thought about it that way.

[Stigmata]

I keep having two reoccurring dreams. The first one is where throughout the course of the dream I'm losing me teeth for no apparent reason, that one usually causes me to wake up sporadically and leaves feeling rather uncomfortable for the few hours after I awake. The Second is one comes during a very emotional moment in the dream while trying to talk, yell or scream and no sound comes out.

[hapythots]

when the dream starts im on a kind of freeway (the parts where freeways merge and parts are raised and and turn and go to other freeways) with lots of car. im just standing there while the cars are driving. it seems about mid day, the sun is bright. then all of a sudden there is a flash or something and all the cars stop. some crash because the people in them just disappeared. the rest of the people, myself included, start looking around in a kind of wtf kind of moment. then the sun goes black and all light vanishes. some people start screaming and some crying. then there is a noise (like when someone lights up a road flare, or the sound of a match when it is just lit) and the surrounding area starts to be lit up by a reddish light in the middle of a lake (it was like a flare or a torch or something like that). the darkness only lasted about 5 seconds and i didnt feel any movement. as the light from the torch thing got brighter, i started to see the people from the freeway, and found out that we werent on the freeway anymore, but instead were on a kind of sand and there was nothing outside of the light, (just a long kind of empty, flat, desert kind of place) there were other things surrounding us. like big evil guy things with spears and whips. they were forcing everyone into the water, which ended up being boiling hot and kind of on fire (the fire didnt give off any light and was kind of black). then all of a sudden i, along with everyone else, felt they had to get the light. people started fighting through each other into the burning lake trying to get away from the people with whips and spears, and to get the torch.then someone got the torch and the light went out. then just as it happened before, there was a darkness, the light in the middle of the lake made the noise then lit up, and all the people were there again, and everyone had to do it again. everyone remembered the time before, then i got the realization that i would have to do this forever, and the big bad people came and forced us in the lake again. it happened about 3 more times, then i woke up.

[theory]

I keep having two reoccurring dreams. The first one is where throughout the course of the dream I'm losing me teeth for no apparent reason, that one usually causes me to wake up sporadically and leaves feeling rather uncomfortable for the few hours after I awake. The Second is one comes during a very emotional moment in the dream while trying to talk, yell or scream and no sound comes out.

I experience the same, both losing my teeth and intense emotional states. Do you ever find yourself actually awake, but you cannot move or speak? Most of the time there's a dark shadow, or some one or thing present, about to attack you. Anyway, that's sleep paralysis.

[Stigmata]

I experience the same, both losing my teeth and intense emotional states. Do you ever find yourself actually awake, but you cannot move or speak? Most of the time there's a dark shadow, or some one or thing present, about to attack you. Anyway, that's sleep paralysis.

I've experienced sleep paralysis only once or twice and can't recall feeling a sense of impending doom. The dreams involving my teeth come sporadically, but with enough frequency that they've left an impression.

[CalistoBeach]

Tonight i was having sex with Erika Bella, the pornstar.
I can't remember if she was doing it because i paid her or because she liked me.
Anyway, before the act we were talking (don't remember about what), and she was brilliant, intriguing, and we both were very interested in each other's opinions.
Then she took a strange condom (that she put on her vagina, not on my penis) and we started having sex. It was very good, with sweet moments, with moments where I was in control and others where she was in control (probably the best ones, given her experience).

We said goodbye to each other in a very good mood and in a very friendly way.

Then I went to a dinner with a bunch of friends I don't want to see anymore in real life, i was brilliant with some of them, then i got in a strange fight with one of them (I don't remember who started taunting the other). The fight was strange because we were laughing and pretending to be joking, but we were obviously trying to hurt each other.

Next scene, was in my grandmother's garden, with my mother trying to heal my enemy's wounds, (i think i put my fingers in his eyes and i emerge kind of unscathed from the fight) and i approached and started a quiet casual conversation with them, and everything was quiet and cool.

[greenblob]

I don't remember everything exactly, so I'll try my best...

I received a call from a friend who said she needed a place to stay for a while. I picked her up from the airport via taxi, and then she said she wanted to go shopping so we went to a mall/department store. I remember telling her that I'm short on cash so I couldn't really buy anything for her, and she gave a disappointed yet understanding look. I don't remember much about the store scene, but I recall feeling a bit strained as I paid the cab fee, seeing a group of rowdy teenagers outside the store, and parts of the store looking as though it were closed. The only part inside the store that I remember visually was a room filled with televisions on display. The lights were off so I assumed that it was meant to be closed off, but she went in, as did some of the teenagers from before.
After that, we were at my school's lounge/hall/something (my school actually doesn't have this room) where there was a piano. We both were messing around with it as different people came to meet us, usually in groups of two (presumably we did something else as well, but I can't remember). Sometimes strangers came to us and wanted to talk to her, and I became extremely protective, telling them to stop bothering us. Other times people I knew (I don't really remember who they were or how I knew them, but I remember a few people I knew from high school) came and we would chat for a while, but I still felt really anxious and was relieved when they left. I started to wonder whether I was being too possessive, when we decided to leave.
While she was getting ready, I saw a friend from elementary school (I moved when I was 10) outside the door, going to the parking lot (again, something my school doesn't have). I ran after him. It was snowing. I wanted to call out to him, but I wasn't sure whether I still remembered his name. Eventually as he was getting in his car I yelled out his name as I ran toward his car, and he turned around and casually replied, "Oh. Hi, John." I was surprised that he recognized me so I asked him. He said he recognized me when he saw me with my friend. Then he said that I hadn't changed at all, that I'm still a ten-year-old boy. I think we talked some more, but I'm not sure about what. He finished by saying that I shouldn't change and I should keep that childishness.

[Hermione]

I was going to analyze it and break it down and all that, but your ten-year-old Self did such a bang-up job I don't think it is necessary to add anything. Like I just said to a neighbor, forget String Theory and always remember the Silly String. Your anima in the dream is getting a bit perturbed at your not 'keeping up' with her and all that. Nice idea being protective until you can grow to her awesomeness though. So many people totally miss that whole thing and hence fuck themselves up miserably. 10 points bonus.

Any genius can do Quantum Mechanics but can they PLAY successfully to any degree? The organism has got to survive or it's all moot anyway. errgh People. Good thing for dreams or we'd be impossibly dense and thickheaded. Bravo on your dream!

[yohndavid]

I broke up with my ex about 7 months ago, and have been happily engaged in a relationship with another woman for awhile.

I keep having sexual dreams about my ex though. Should I be concerned? Usually nothing more than kissing going on in dreamland.

Another dream that I really cannot interperet is where I am in a museum full of antiques and devoid of people, I walk around a bit then go through a door at the back of the building. This door leads into a dusty room full of pool tables, there are people playing but no one is playing together. No one talks to each other. I can ask them questions, but conversation doesn't last longer then a few moments. In the next room, there is no ceiling and their is no wall to the left of me. In front of me, is an insurmountable wall with a gate. To my left, where there is no wall, there is a massive ocean of water, and miles away I can see a train going over the surface of the water and through to the other side of the wall. I don't know what is on the other side of the wall.

I've had this particular dream twice.

[carbon cold]

The cops were raiding our garage but refused to come inside the house. Since I have stuff to hide, I was freaked out but they wouldn't come to the sliding glass door. So I walked outside the concrete few feet to the garage door but they kept shutting it in my face when I'd go to open it.

o_o

[YHWH]

The first one is where throughout the course of the dream I'm losing me teeth for no apparent reason, that one usually causes me to wake up sporadically and leaves feeling rather uncomfortable for the few hours after I awake.

Slept without brushing your teeth.

[angelique]

when the dream starts im on a kind of freeway (the parts where freeways merge and parts are raised and and turn and go to other freeways) with lots of car. im just standing there while the cars are driving. it seems about mid day, the sun is bright. then all of a sudden there is a flash or something and all the cars stop. some crash because the people in them just disappeared. the rest of the people, myself included, start looking around in a kind of wtf kind of moment. then the sun goes black and all light vanishes. some people start screaming and some crying. then there is a noise (like when someone lights up a road flare, or the sound of a match when it is just lit) and the surrounding area starts to be lit up by a reddish light in the middle of a lake (it was like a flare or a torch or something like that). the darkness only lasted about 5 seconds and i didnt feel any movement. as the light from the torch thing got brighter, i started to see the people from the freeway, and found out that we werent on the freeway anymore, but instead were on a kind of sand and there was nothing outside of the light, (just a long kind of empty, flat, desert kind of place) there were other things surrounding us. like big evil guy things with spears and whips. they were forcing everyone into the water, which ended up being boiling hot and kind of on fire (the fire didnt give off any light and was kind of black). then all of a sudden i, along with everyone else, felt they had to get the light. people started fighting through each other into the burning lake trying to get away from the people with whips and spears, and to get the torch.then someone got the torch and the light went out. then just as it happened before, there was a darkness, the light in the middle of the lake made the noise then lit up, and all the people were there again, and everyone had to do it again. everyone remembered the time before, then i got the realization that i would have to do this forever, and the big bad people came and forced us in the lake again. it happened about 3 more times, then i woke up.

Do you often remember your dreams? Do you keep a record of them? I just read your dream from July 23, 2010. I actually had a similar dream on May 2 2010:


. We are on an island in the sky. It is a kind of station. I am in bed with surrounding windows. The room has circular views and I can see far into the skyline. As I look out my window, a man with black gear on has just landed on the ship. He is flying some sort of hang-glider. I start to slowly panic, but realise I have to remain calm. Unfortunately he can see me but as he moves away, I quickly bolt for the door. I have to warn someone, a guy that I know that we have an intruder and he is planning on killing us. Anyhow, I find him and he’s this tall lanky guy that I am running with. The intruder is some sort of assassin and he’s going to kill us all. Then as we’re hiding in the closet downstairs, the ship shifts into a tri-level house. We’re by the garden in the closet where are the gardening equipment is located. Outside people are getting killed. There’s a massacre and blood everywhere. I think we’re going to die, there’s no escape.


I wonder at what point do dreams go beyond the relevance of symbolism and instead are completely literal? Do you have other recurring dreams that you recall?

[hapythots]

Do you often remember your dreams? Do you keep a record of them? I just read your dream from July 23, 2010. I actually had a similar dream on May 2 2010:

i think i had that dream a couple of months before that. that would have been cool if it was closer. its still pretty crazy to have a similar dream to that, it doesnt sound like it would be a very common one lol

[hapythots]

lets see, ill say two more dreams ive had, i can always seem to remember my dreams and they are usually not pleasant lol...

this one starts and im walking down a street that looks like it would be in the town where i live (glendora ca), its kinda cloudy but still sunny, and then a i hear a sound like if something reeeeeeaaaaaally big is flying through the sky. so i look up and i can kind of see a shape in the clouds of something reeeeeeeeeeaaaaalllly big lol. its about the size of a state it seemed, and it was kind of flying through the air. it looked like parts of a dragon that was kind of rainbow colored and shiny, it was an oriental style dragon (long and with the hair down its back and skinny with the antler kind of horns) and it was snaking its way across the sky. at first i was afraid that it would hit the ground and then there would be an impact wave, but there wasnt it just kind of flew through the sky.

then i couldnt see it then it switches and im walking through the streets again and im with my dad, and we see something that looks like 2 birds far away fighting in the air. one is bigger than the other. as they fly closer they end up being griffins. one is like super bulky buff and scary looking, standing its about 11 feet tall and 15 feet long and 6 or 7 feet wide (with wings tucked in) and it had lion paws instead of eagles. the other was maybe half that size and was really skinny and much darker in color... almost like comparing mufasa to scar fromt he lion king lol, if scar was smaller, but it had a tail that was skinny and snake like, that had a scorpion like stinger at the end of it.

as they flew through the sky they were shouting over and over again, "all must worship the beast, all praise unto the beast, all power unto the beast, praise and worship the beast". then the city was like kind of dirty, like the wind blew in wrappers and trash, and there were like soldier/cop people marching in files in the street (enough to take up the black part of the street) and they were forcing people to worship "the beast", anyone who didnt was shot or the griffins came down and kind of pressured them into it. then i, along with other people drop to my knees and start praying in the gutters of the street (not with me just like random people running or that were watching, and not at the same time, just kind of scattered).

then the police/soldiers get to me and my dad, and were just praying and they are saying basically worship him, say it, and stuff like that. i have my eyes closed and am looking away from the street and just keep praying, but i hear the big griffin land behind me, somehow we are turned around now, but still on our knees, and its holding up its paw with the nails out staring. and then i start to cry, but in like happiness, pure happiness. i just start saying "we have to die, dont you get it, we have to die", to myself and to my dad. the way i meant it was that in order to get to heaven you have to die, so the people shouldnt be afraid and they should be happy to die. before i realized that in my dream i was just scared, but then it came to me and the crying started. then the little griffin looks annoyed and like twitches it head to the big one, and then the big one either lunges at me with its beak or lashes out with its paw, i cant remember because it was insanely fast. then i woke up.

sorry if it was long, but i try to get all the details in. and i figure this is a thread for it, so what the hey.

[hapythots]

this other one is the dream ive had the most, and ive realized i was dreaming (kind of) while it was happening. ive had it since i was probably 7 till i was like 17, dozens of times (im 22 now, so it hasnt been that long since it stopped).

it starts out with me walking up to a baseball field, the kind that are spread out with fences separating them and the outfields are connected, so they all kind of face each other. in this dream im always a little kid, about 7 years old, even if i know im older, i always have the appearance of a 7 year old. and its sunny with hardly any clouds. well, im walking in between fields, and there are tons of people around of all ages. its like a little league kind of place and there are kids running around and parents with kids. then as i get towards the middle of the fields, there are less people. but i see this girl (to this day i still dont know who it was, she didnt look like anyone i know in real life, and its always the same girl) and somehow i know her, but at the same time i dont know her at all... as lame and cheazy as it sounds, its almost like we were lovers of friends or something like that in another life, but in this life i just know i know her, and she knows me the same way it seemed (as of then). then the sky kind of goes murky dark and the wind picks up and she meets me in the middle where i was at. everyone that was there like 2 minutes ago vanished (i dont know how, i didnt see them leave or anything, it was as if time just jumped ahead hours). and we are both kind of scared but happy to be with each other. we kind of walk towards a snack bar kind of place, and its made of brick like probably 90 percent of snack bars lol, but this one has a walkway through the middle, thats kind of like a hall all the way to the other side. the hall is only like 20 feet and wide enough to fit like 4 people walking side by side. the wind picks up more, and all of a sudden the girl is kind of crying and says that she needs to lay down. so we make it to the center of the snack bar tunnel thing and there is a door that leads to a room about 8x12 feet with a little kind of bench against the wall facing the doorway, with a window above it...

here is where it gets weird, this is the point in the dream that i sometimes remember and know what is going to happen...

-first out the two outcomes this dream always has, and first version i ever had and also the one dream that i have had more than any dream by far

...i lay her down and i know she needs help or she is gonna die, so i tell her im gonna find help. shes crying and she begs me to stay, and dont go, and to just wait with her and be with her. in the dream i am just super sad lol and so is she. i tell her to not worry and that ill be right back and that im gonna get someone, then i leave. i walk to the end of the hallway in the middle of the snack bar yelling for help but no one is there and its just windy and light gray to dark clouds. i spend maybe 15 seconds all together, from walking out of the room to the hallway. so i run back to her, so i can be with her, but she is gone. theres nothing on the bench, no nothing. and i know she didnt leave out the other side of the hall. and in the dream she was too sick or injured or whatever to even move. then im just alone in the room and sad and lost then i wake up.

-version 2, which i didnt have until i was maybe 14 or 15, and i think ive only had this version once or twice.

i lay her down on the bench thing, and i remember that ive done this before, and that last time i left and she was gone, so i stay with her. and she is crying, but not like sobbing. and she just keeps apologizing. im on my knees on the floor and were both kind of crying but not hard, just out of sadness. the wind picks up just like in the other version of the dream, and then i lean in and we hug and she gives me one kiss on the lips, but not like a sexy kind of kiss, just like a goodbye kind. then she dies peacefully. and im just alone with her sad and the dream ends

this dream is easily the dream ive had the most through out all of my life basically

[Kevin]

I was sleeping on the couch after school...not much sleep this week, and I had a dream that this INFJ girl and I were at school, standing in line for something when the water fountain right by us in the hallway suddenly starts flooding the hallway. Everyone around is making a frantic, yet futile attempt at containing the water which is letting out water at the rate of a busted fire hydrant. All while I am explaining my theory as to why the water fountain broke. (Theory: The compressor in it exploded, blowing out the 50 year old water line it is tapped into)

I have a theory as to why I had the dream, but I want to hear what you think it means first.

[stuck]

Out celebrating something with friends. We're at some kind of big nondescript show/spectacle. Get a call from a friend, a mutual friend is "down at UCLA," having gotten into some kind of trouble. I say "are they down at the hospital?" and the person doesn't respond. For some reason, we end up at a vet. Here I see a cat jump out of a cabinet- it has its head split fully in half, all the way down to the brain stem. In place of a split-open head, a geode has grown-so that about half the head is replaced with crystal- including the eyes and much of the fur. I ask the vet "how the fuck did that cat get a geode in its head?" and the vet kind of rolls her eyes like she gets the question a lot and doesn't know. I offer "maybe he snorted some particle and the crystal grew around it?" and she says "yeah that and the nicotine".

As a point of interest, my friend who we were going to UCLA for is a geologist IRL.

What in god's name does this mean?

[Madrigal]

What in god's name does this mean?
You are feeling stifled. Perhaps frustrated with a loss of independence. You may have been reaquainted with an old friend (maybe an ex flame) lately and this for some reason has made you feel disappointed. Nostalgia.

[kali]

Scene 1
Outside a facade, hiding behind a purple wall, directly on the doorstep.
I am scared.
There is a shady man, a little boy with blonde hair, and a maltese dog (similar to my last dog) on the other side of the wall, doing shady things.
The boy spots my head peeking above the purple wall, and I walk out.
My dad suddenly comes, shoots the man and the dog, then drives me away.

Scene 2
I was at a crossroad, possibly at night.
All of a sudden, a hoard of black & white animals came swarming on the road, most of them white rats (I also think I saw a panda).
This girl walks up to the animals and starts feeding them.
She said something like, "I feed them once a day". I knew she meant pavlovian conditioning.

Scene 3
Implicit that I have a penis, and I attempted to use a yellow dildo (strap-on?) and then someone else would use my penis as a dildo, ALL SIMULTANEOUSLY.
Then I am inside a classroom... or a room, next to an art shop.

I use www.dreammoods.com to interpret my dreams. They are always ridiculously accurate. My dreams always connect to my desires and feelings of that very day. Therefore I don't think I can ask anyone else to analyse them, since they have no access to my deepest fears & beliefs.

[greenblob]

I've been having reoccurring dreams of my hair falling out.

[angelique]

I've been having reoccurring dreams of my hair falling out.

Are you by chance taking any anti-depressants or other toxic drugs detrimental to your body? Often I think people dream of their hair falling out when they're ingesting something toxic to their body.

[greenblob]

I'm not on any kind of medication. I don't do any drugs other than having the occasional drink (once or twice a month).

[jonkopa]

dreamed about - traveling in tram - problems with condoctor - my digital card which I use to check in didn´t seem to work - the machine to checkin with didn´t react ....i´m not sure if I actually checked in ... - when I scanned my digital card(this student traveling pass allows students to travel freely during the week or in the weekend) through the machine infront of the condoctor, the machine displayed a error message - The condoctor wants to give me a fine - however I refuse and tell him to call the cops.

[jonkopa]

Im looking for something with my dad, and we are visiting several shop, one shop had all these somethings were looking for, but the person who we are looking for seems to be kidnapped. instead of that there are three women in the shop who are helping me, but there is someone above when we walk around through the store for a while the three women start a erotic scene and I bust them. When I want to join them . Oh yeah weird scene thought she was a women with big breasts but appears she has all hair over her body, like a man, but not on her tits. So she grabs hold of me and she calls someone, I manage to get lose and run away(?) find my way and get into the car with him driving. All of the sudden my sister is there and she is uncomfortable sitting next to me in the car, due the space. So I get out of the car and walk, because it was really close to get the something. Then I grabbed a joint and start smoking it. My aunt who is also in the car notices that and my dad sees it to. Then I walk and smoke but trow it in the water. In that area there is a closed off area and I climb over it, don´t know why maybe it was to get the something. After that was done I hear ed some cops or security guard on the other side of the fence and he is looking for me, so I climb across the fence to get to him. But one of the pieces of the fence is hanging lose and Is about to drop into the water. I manage to climb across the fence and get to the agent/security guy. My dad followed me across the fence and tried climbing it to. Don´t know what happened further

[Spartanical]

I had this dream quite awhile back, but it has always stuck with me. I actually had two dreams that night; and both could inhabit the same world but weren't directly related.

***Let me state now that I am not a psycho and do not have any homicidal tendencies unless I'm on the freeway. ;-)***

The first dream began with me on this old fashioned and somewhat ornate railway car. I quickly came to realize that there were about 13 people on the railway car who were there to kill me. The car was kind of multileveled and spacious with places to hide. So all of a sudden I’m in a cat & mouse shootout – running everywhere, ducking and rolling and just killing off these people one by one. I was efficient and only missed once. The way they dropped with no drama after being shot was impacting. It seemed quite real.
After I killed the last one, I just started walking around and all of sudden I was in a house walking around. Without a conscious change in thought, I knew that I was there to assassinate the entire household (about 9 people) including the children (disturbing I know… and so damn strange). I began going room to room killing them. The husband and wife were not surprised to see me, but the kids had no idea what was happening. I was taking no pleasure in doing what I was doing, but I was moving efficiently without hesitating. After I got the second to last one, I saw the last child run out of the front door. I casually walked down the stairs and through the door, aimed and shot the child in the back. That woke me up in a fucked up state of mind. I can make no sense of it.

My second dream that same night was very short. I was in this small portable type building deep in the middle of the woods in a mild clearing. There were animals – mostly dogs – in cages, and I had an M-16 over my arm and was wearing black combat gear. It seemed like some kind of secret research facility or something. I was standing by the window and saw far down the narrow dirt road that led to the building, that there was a procession of about 7 or 8 black limousines and Towncars coming up the road. I immediately knew that this wasn’t good. They weren’t expected and were likely there to kill myself and the other guys I was working with. Then I woke up.

EXPLAIN THAT! Explain me having these two dreams within the same night. I hadn’t been watching espionage movies or anything. It was a school night and I had been studying physics.