Tell me your Dream

[Madrigal]

Nobody ever wants to listen to someone's dream. But I do. Did you have an awful nightmare? Or maybe just a dream that made no sense? How about a dream you think must be telling you something? Tell me your dream and I'll tell you what it means - every dream has a message, and I will unravel it for you!

Be warned, I'll be using Freudian Psychoanalysis, which means you're probably a frustrated homosexual still in love with your mother. And you probably have a small penis, too. (And if you're a woman, you just wish you had a penis.) But that's okay. I'm listening.

(This is in the Psychology section for an obvious reason. If any mod thinks this thread is too playful, just move it on over to headphonez's Playground. I won't be offended. Honest.)

[attila_the_hunny]

I dream about alligators and sharks a lot. I know what that means, though.
It means I'm a bitch.

[Conan]

i was downtown with avril lavigne, lindsay lohan and two other teen starlets, they were shopping and talking doing their girl stuff and i was just tagging along. we go into a mall and i run into a good friend from high school i hadnt seen in a while. he tells me hes going to play some texas no limit hold em poker and asks me if i want to come. i say sure and we go to some poker playing place (yes i ditched the starlets, im pissed about it too).

across from me is my friends father who i knew well, and next to me was adam brody from the OC. I had read that adam brody got annoyed by all the people coming up to him thinking hes their friend, so i decided to make him give me high fives over and over just to piss him off. at the end of the poker table were three professional poker players i recognized from TV. The hands were $40 and though it seemed like a lot, but i said screw it ive got cash to spare and i like my chances.

we play for a while. all of a sudden we notice a dance competition going on behind us. except the girls werent trying to dance the best. they were just trying to be as sexual as possible in an effort to get our attention of the poker board and onto them. i remember one girl being naked doing handstands with her legs spread making grunting noises.

my alarm goes off.

tell me about myself.

[Madrigal]

I dream about alligators and sharks a lot. I know what that means, though.
It means I'm a bitch.

The water represents your mother's womb. You are actually dreaming of your family-related problems. The aligators and sharks are your father, whom you see as a threatening figure. You feel vulnerable and unprotected in your family environment.

That is all I can say with so little information. It's a good idea to be as detailed as possible. Feel free to tell me anything else or any other dream.

[attila_the_hunny]

I actually don't dream of water. And I'm not afraid of the sharks or the alligators.
Thanks for assuming, and try again later. :)

[Madrigal]

i was downtown with avril lavigne, lindsay lohan and two other teen starlets, they were shopping and talking doing their girl stuff and i was just tagging along. we go into a mall and i run into a good friend from high school i hadnt seen in a while. he tells me hes going to play some texas no limit hold em poker and asks me if i want to come. i say sure and we go to some poker playing place (yes i ditched the starlets, im pissed about it too).

across from me is my friends father who i knew well, and next to me was adam brody from the OC. I had read that adam brody got annoyed by all the people coming up to him thinking hes their friend, so i decided to make him give me high fives over and over just to piss him off. at the end of the poker table were three professional poker players i recognized from TV. The hands were $40 and though it seemed like a lot, but i said screw it ive got cash to spare and i like my chances.

we play for a while. all of a sudden we notice a dance competition going on behind us. except the girls werent trying to dance the best. they were just trying to be as sexual as possible in an effort to get our attention of the poker board and onto them. i remember one girl being naked doing handstands with her legs spread making grunting noises.

my alarm goes off.

tell me about myself.

You have been involved with a girl whom you had a relationship with. I'm not specifying what type of relationship, mind you. The problem with your 'relationship' was that you were not attentive enough. You felt you were missing out on something. Maybe sex. Maybe time with your friends. Maybe another girl. Maybe you just felt trapped.

In any case, you chose not to stick around. You thought it might be a good idea to take your chances and make a change. And now you regret it. You miss this person that you admired and respected.

Someone is trying to get back in your life. Maybe they already are.

And what you're thinking about now, is sex.

[Helios]

Ok this (http://forums.intpcentral.com/showpost.php?p=137801&postcount=3) is a test since I already know what this was about.

[Madrigal]

I actually don't dream of water. And I'm not afraid of the sharks or the alligators.
Thanks for assuming, and try again later. :)

So you tell me about sharks and alligators (both undeniably evil animals) but they aren't in the water?

You're right, it is because you're a bitch. :smooch:

[attila_the_hunny]

So you tell me about sharks and alligators (both undeniably evil animals) but they aren't in the water?

You're right, it is because you're a bitch. :smooch:

I know, it's weird. They're always on land and I'm never afraid. My friend read about it and said that they both have something to do with my inner nature. Which is, ultimately, a demon bitch. happppy

[Madrigal]

I am in Miami, it is evening. I am wandering on foot thru what really looks more like a crowded old part of Spain or Mexico. Narrow streets, white stucco buildings, red tile roofs. It is party time, a great festive mood just fills the air. People are smiling and are excited about this specail time to enjoy themselves, of coarse the mood is very catching. The whole place is just fabulous, I really wish I lived there and just want to soak up every little bit of the culture and know every detail of the people and this place, it seems like home. These feelings of longings and that this place is "something missing" play out mostly in the background, in the moment I just am thrilled to be there and having such a awesome time. To dwell on the details of who belongs where never crosses my mind, cause it would so ruin the moment.

At somepoint I make my way to this small plaza of sorts. It is bordered by tiny little cafes, and such looking out on what is a very limited space. This is the epicenter of the fun, everyone is here, all crowded in dancing and partying; laughing and talking. Unfortunately it seems everyone has parked their car here as well, including myself. The cars are sorta jumbled, not too bad, a few are parked end to end just as they should but most aren't. Mine is parked totally sideways, horizontal by comparison, yet somehow remains just barely over its lines. But the details are pointless, in fact all this irregularity has provided a perfect way for us to dance, in and around all the little spaces.

It is now about 1-2a, the night is in full swing, I am complitely intergrated into the party, I feel it, I am it. In fact the people around me don't exist as defined separate beings , but are part of this place that brings me so much joy. Only on the fringes in the cafes and small houses that sit on the plaza, are there silhouettes of individuals, but they are good and safe people, having fun too. But in the center of the plaza I dont "see" the crowd as separate, we become one.

There is another person I see here. This Cuban guy, who is powerfully separate, more different and distinct than anyone else. While everyone and everything else is bathed in the warm orange glow of the candles and street lamps, he is somehow clear, sharply defined and well lit, as if he stood in midday! He looks sorta like every other white-Latin guy. Small features,yet tall and pretty big; short dark hair, and mustache that is a silly collection of way too few black hairs, as seems mandatory for all spainish guys. He is kinda built, but with a layer fat that pads it. With a demeanor that was a volatile mix of typical Latin machismo and fragile ego. Wearing a white shirt, he looks very displeased with the circumstance , ostensibly he is "with us" ,the crowd, but he isn't really. He is very upset and wishes to rearrange everything to his likeing, which effects everyone, but would end everything for me . Really he is wrong and he is just being tolerated, but not wishing to deal with the impossible task of telling a Cuban guy that he is outta place in Miami , while I am one with the crowd I do my best to accommodate him. Soon he jumps on the task of realligning the cars. Deciding their slight miposition was a major problem. (which if coarse it wasn't! ). Given that it is now 4a or so ,the task of getting people the repark their cars nice and neat, end to end, headlights alinged, is very bothersome to all, not that he seems phased by this at all. The balance of us that remains trying to enjoy ourselves despite this needless tension that is now going on. Furthermore we find ourselves now in an ever shirnking space, what had been endless paths and nooks betweens cars and shadows was mainly reduced to a small empty space the size of a car itself, which was well lit, and reminded one of a parking place at Wal Mart on a hot muggy sunny summer afternoon.

Having does my best of evade the Latin guy(and his stupidity), while still keeping up the pretense of inclusion with him ;it get impossible as the last remaining cars out of place are his and mine. For all my effort to ignore the circumstance I am forced to deal with him face to face about this incredibly absurd and STUPID issue. He wants me to move my car from its central , albeit slightly mispositioned location, to an interior space that is in the tight block of vechiles that he had assembled in the top half of the plaza, with another car standing there waiting to park me in, locking me into this brickwork of parked cars. Mean time he intends to move his car to the place that I had, but within the lines of coarse! A quick glance at the lines painted on the ground confirm that technically he is correct about everything. But now with everyone (re-individualized) standing around and watching I try to politely and delicately reason with him as to why this is so unessesary. (when inside I am just livid at the stupidity of this) I entreaty him to forget it, as it is almost daylite and we should just dance. I focus briefly on trying to get some movement going hopeing things would go on, but it is dead in the water. I look at the space waiting for me, and the car that will lock me in. I can't. It is undoable. Now that everything is lost, I lose it. I briefly have a flash of anger, not at him or anymore, just no longer hideing my disgust. There are a few weak urgeings by others to just comply, but it is just too much. The fact that this incredibly stupid bull shit has now ruined everything that was so perfect has left me without compromise. I turn my back and walk away, leaving everything as a loss. It seems I am holding a glass with ice and a bit of a drink, as a final act of closure I launch the contents of the glass high into the air, and watch the cube sail across the sky, letting the tall thin burnt-orange glass fall to the ground. I walk toward the alley in the northwest corner of the plaza, since it is the only one that is still dark and shadowy, albeit devoid of life. It looks dull and lonely , but I just figure I can't stay here anymore.

You are describing what seems to me as a sexual affair you had with a woman that was already emotionally or just 'officially' committed. Apparently you were not the only guy doing this. You knew she was seeing other men, you knew she also had a boyfriend. You just wanted to enjoy the moment and be as oblivious as possible about this reality.

Well, it did not last, eventually. He came strongly back into the picture and imposed order. (Arranging the cars, only allowing his to be parked where it legitimately belonged - and you acknowledged this). Ruined your fun. I think this man might be someone you know quite well. Someone you were hoping to deceive. Did you lie to a friend? Did you have an affair with your friend's girl? I hope it wasn't that bad...

[Madrigal]

I know, it's weird. They're always on land and I'm never afraid. My friend read about it and said that they both have something to do with my inner nature. Which is, ultimately, a demon bitch. happppy

Well, my dear, do try to be good to Dr. Madrigal and be more specific next time. *scribbles on notepad: 'basketcase'* :)

[ChristiRB]

I constantly dream that I am climbing to the highest room in a huge house (usually my bedroom). Sometimes it's 4 stories high. I go up the stairs, but as I go up, the staircase gets smaller and smaller and everytime I reach the top, I can barely fit through the opening to get to my bedroom. Sometimes I actually get stuck in the staircase and can't move. :P

[Madrigal]

I constantly dream that I am climbing to the highest room in a huge house (usually my bedroom). Sometimes it's 4 stories high. I go up the stairs, but as I go up, the staircase gets smaller and smaller and everytime I reach the top, I can barely fit through the opening to get to my bedroom. Sometimes I actually get stuck in the staircase and can't move. :P

It seems to me that you miss your past self, the way you used to be. You might think things were better for you back then. But now you're all grown up and you can't go back to the way things used to be. Did you have a very pleasant childhood? Do you feel melancholic a lot? Is there somebody that you miss?

[ApeTheDog]

I dreamth once that i went into a snack bar and behind the counter was the guy who runs a magazine i've always liked to read. I bought from him fries that were served in a bedpan - the kind people who cannot get out of bed urinate into.

[attila_the_hunny]

Are you wearing fishnets while dissecting our inner-beings and subconscious desires?

[Madrigal]

I dreamth once that i went into a snack bar and behind the counter was the guy who runs a magazine i've always liked to read. I bought from him fries that were served in a bedpan - the kind people who cannot get out of bed urinate into.

I think this is about betrayal, disillusionment. Has a friend or family member let you down?

[ChristiRB]

It seems to me that you miss your past self, the way you used to be. You might think things were better for you back then. But now you're all grown up and you can't go back to the way things used to be. Did you have a very pleasant childhood? Do you feel melancholic a lot? Is there somebody that you miss?

No. I am living my life RIGHT NOW in the same carefree, fun-loving way I did as a kid. :) Took me a LONG time to get here too!

[Madrigal]

Are you wearing fishnets while dissecting our inner-beings and subconscious desires?

Yes. The fishnets represent the carefully woven analysis I am construing. But look inside yourself, not at me...

[Dolphin]

I had a dream a few years ago where I was a sorcerer put in charge of this dungeon. The dungeon was huge with many cells. There were no bars at all in the cells instead there were white lines drawn on the floor. The lines were magical so that the prisoners wouldn’t be able to escape. All the prisoners were magical themselves. There were mermaids (3 of them) in one of the cells and every time I walked by them they would sing to me. The song was very powerful and each time I heard it I felt like crossing the line and going into their cell. Another prisoner was a dark fog. This one was the most dangerous one, I could feel that his power rivaled my own. Each time I walked by I got very frightened. I felt that the dark fog could escape on its own if it wanted to, but it was just buying time.

That’s all I can remember, this dream did repeat itself the next night.

[Madrigal]

No. I am living my life RIGHT NOW in the same carefree, fun-loving way I did as a kid. :) Took me a LONG time to get here too!

At what age did you have these dreams? Stairs usually represent commitment, but since you didn't mention anyone else in your dream, I went for the regular house/room analysis, where the house is your family and the room is your own most private self, which you seem you might be trying to get in touch with.

[Madrigal]

I had a dream a few years ago where I was a sorcerer put in charge of this dungeon. The dungeon was huge with many cells. There were no bars at all in the cells instead there were white lines drawn on the floor. The lines were magical so that the prisoners wouldn’t be able to escape. All the prisoners were magical themselves. There were mermaids (3 of them) in one of the cells and every time I walked by them they would sing to me. The song was very powerful and each time I heard it I felt like crossing the line and going into their cell. Another prisoner was a dark fog. This one was the most dangerous one, I could feel that his power rivaled my own. Each time I walked by I got very frightened. I felt that the dark fog could escape on its own if it wanted to, but it was just buying time.

That’s all I can remember, this dream did repeat itself the next night.

Have you ever been in charge of taking care of younger siblings? Or, are you a teacher, or do you have a job that involves taking care of people that need to be supervised?

[attila_the_hunny]

Yes. The fishnets represent the carefully woven analysis I am construing. But look inside yourself, not at me...

But there are little windows revealing diamonds of yourself...

[ChristiRB]

Mad: I've been having them for the past 3 weeks consistently (every other night).

[Madrigal]

Mad: I've been having them for the past 3 weeks consistently (every other night).

Damn! Please tell me more details about the dream. Any other presence, anything you see on the walls, the light, etc. And please tell me what you hope to find in your room. And if you know what house it is, where it reminds you of, do tell.

[Madrigal]

But there are little windows revealing diamonds of yourself...

Young lady, that is quite enough! I am here to reveal to you things about yourself! Now be a good patient, stare out into space, and carry on with your dreams.

[ChristiRB]

Mad: sometimes my mom is upstairs in the dreams where her bedroom is on the top floor. She is through, but I get stuck.

The overall feeling I have is that if I get through to my room, I'll be safe.

The walls are bare, everything is bare on the top floor.

[ApeTheDog]

I think this is about betrayal, disillusionment. Has a friend or family member let you down?

Well... yeah. Countless times. :sobs:

[attila_the_hunny]

Young lady, that is quite enough! I am here to reveal to you things about yourself! Now be a good patient, stare out into space, and carry on with your dreams.

Oh, fuck it. Can you just give me a prescription so I can be medicated into subordination?

[Dolphin]

Have you ever been in charge of taking care of younger siblings? Or, are you a teacher, or do you have a job that involves taking care of people that need to be supervised? I am always being put in charge of other people or taking care of other people. When I was young I had a lot of babysitters who never did their job, so I would do it for them and take care of rest of my family. Worst yet is that they would get paid and I was the one doing all the babysitting.

I was often put in charge of many children, even neighborhood kids. I was left alone a lot as a kid, to take care of others.

I have never gotten paid or rewarded for taking care of others even though I did it all the time.

[Madrigal]

Mad: sometimes my mom is upstairs in the dreams where her bedroom is on the top floor. She is through, but I get stuck.

The overall feeling I have is that if I get through to my room, I'll be safe.

The walls are bare, everything is bare on the top floor.

When you say you'll be safe, what do you mean? What is downstairs? Say the first thing that comes to mind.

[Madrigal]

Oh, fuck it. Can you just give me a prescription so I can be medicated into subordination?

No. We are going to give names and faces to these sharks and alligators, whether you like it or not.

[Madrigal]

I am always being put in charge of other people or taking care of other people. When I was young I had a lot of babysitters who never did their job, so I would do it for them and take care of rest of my family. Worst yet is that they would get paid and I was the one doing all the babysitting.

I was often put in charge of many children, even neighborhood kids. I was left alone a lot as a kid, to take care of others.

I have never gotten paid or rewarded for taking care of others even though I did it all the time.

That's too bad. Although, I am glad I was not wrong this time. :)

[attila_the_hunny]

No. We are going to give names and faces to these sharks and alligators, whether you like it or not.

They're all pieces of me. There, can I have some Xanax now?

[Madrigal]

I am always being put in charge of other people or taking care of other people. When I was young I had a lot of babysitters who never did their job, so I would do it for them and take care of rest of my family. Worst yet is that they would get paid and I was the one doing all the babysitting.

I was often put in charge of many children, even neighborhood kids. I was left alone a lot as a kid, to take care of others.

I have never gotten paid or rewarded for taking care of others even though I did it all the time.

I will go even further and ask you if you have sisters, and also a little brother that you didn't get along with. I think you feel you have been robbed of your youth. You said they sang to you and you wanted to go with them. This may mean, you felt you too were a child, not the grown-up. You wanted to play too.

[ChristiRB]

Mad: the first thing that comes to mind is other people. People that are supposed to be family, but I don't want to be around them. (I don't know them personally- no one I recognize)

[Madrigal]

They're all pieces of me. There, can I have some Xanax now?

I'm thinking that, if they are pieces of you, and they wish to be outside of their habitat (water - the womb), then you fantasize about leaving your home.

[Serotonin]

I am second in a long line of people, waiting to be assessed by panellists, on my trampolining skills. The person first in line is a distant friend, well more of a friend-of-a-friend. There are two trampolines sitting outside on the asphalt, so me and my friend step up to a trampoline each.
Now I completely fuck up. As soon as I start bouncing the panellists interrupt. "No, no, no!" they say. "Don't you realise you have to do ______" I forget the details they're not important.
"Look at your friend!" they say. I look, and, well, she knows the drill perfectly. Her trampolining skills are exemplary, but more importantly, she's trampolining the way that the panellists want everyone to. I'm suddenly aware that my incompetence is holding everyone up, in addition to it being in broad daylight for everyone to see, and the dream ends.

The feeling that I'm "out of the loop" is a recurring theme in my dreams, that I'm the only person who doesn't know what's going on.

[Madrigal]

Mad: the first thing that comes to mind is other people. People that are supposed to be family, but I don't want to be around them. (I don't know them personally- no one I recognize)

What do you think about what your mother did with her life? Did she end up well, or not? Is she lonely? Is she a survivor? Tell me about her.

[Dolphin]

I will go even further and ask you if you have sisters, and also a little brother that you didn't get along with. I think you feel you have been robbed of your youth. You said they sang to you and you wanted to go with them. This may mean, you felt you too were a child, not the grown-up. You wanted to play too.
WTF? How the hell do you know all this?

[Madrigal]

I am second in a long line of people, waiting to be assessed by panellists, on my trampolining skills. The person first in line is a distant friend, well more of a friend-of-a-friend. There are two trampolines sitting outside on the asphalt, so me and my friend step up to a trampoline each.
Now I completely fuck up. As soon as I start bouncing the panellists interrupt. "No, no, no!" they say. "Don't you realise you have to do ______" I forget the details they're not important.
"Look at your friend!" they say. I look, and, well, she knows the drill perfectly. Her trampolining skills are exemplary, but more importantly, she's trampolining the way that the panellists want everyone to. I'm suddenly aware that my incompetence is holding everyone up, in addition to it being in broad daylight for everyone to see, and the dream ends.

The feeling that I'm "out of the loop" is a recurring theme in my dreams, that I'm the only person who doesn't know what's going on.

Has your family always compared you to a sibling that they thought had his life more in order than yourself?

[ChristiRB]

Mad: She basically lived a lonely life being married to my father. They couldn't communicate and eventually she left him last year after 30 years of marriage. But the joke was on her bc he turned around and got involved with another woman right after she left and after that there was no chance in hell. He divorced her and married the other woman. Now she is all alone in this world and hates life. She says she will never marry again.

[Madrigal]

WTF? How the hell do you know all this?

I am the great and panoptic Madrigal.

Kidding. It just seemed like a sibling dream from the start. Also, I know people with a similar frustration. It's tough.

[Serotonin]

Has your family always compared you to a sibling that they thought had his life more in order than yourself?

Well, my younger sister is a J, and is definitely more ordered than me. But my family never compared us, and made the effort to communicate the "you're perfect just the way you are" message.

I have a feeling it's more to do with my fear of incompetence.

[attila_the_hunny]

I'm thinking that, if they are pieces of you, and they wish to be outside of their habitat (water - the womb), then you fantasize about leaving your home.

I compare people to animals to describe how I preceive them. A habit. So to have an alligator and shark out of their element to be with me [with no urgency to return to the water], and I don't fear them, they are manifestations in animal form to describe parts of who I am to myself within my dreams. It's a simpler way for me to understand myself.
And one has to have a home to wish to return to it. Hence why neither of my animal friends never rush back to the water, despite the fact that it's both their natural habitats.
Xanax now? :)

[Dolphin]

Would you recommend any good books so that I can learn to analyze other peoples dream too?

[Madrigal]

Mad: She basically lived a lonely life being married to my father. They couldn't communicate and eventually she left him last year after 30 years of marriage. But the joke was on her bc he turned around and got involved with another woman right after she left and after that there was no chance in hell. He divorced her and married the other woman. Now she is all alone in this world and hates life. She says she will never marry again.

Maybe this had a great impact on you, and you fear the same fate. You don't want to be alone. You don't want to be betrayed. Your mother seems safe (at the top of the house), but up there, it is a barren world. It's lonely. That is why I asked you if she was lonely and had survived something. She seems like she survived something to me, despite the bitter end.

[attila_the_hunny]

Why don't you share a dream for us to take turns analyzing?

[Madrigal]

I compare people to animals to describe how I preceive them. A habit. So to have an alligator and shark out of their element to be with me [with no urgency to return to the water], and I don't fear them, they are manifestations in animal form to describe parts of who I am to myself within my dreams. It's a simpler way for me to understand myself.
And one has to have a home to wish to return to it. Hence why neither of my animal friends never rush back to the water, despite the fact that it's both their natural habitats.
Xanax now? :)

I think I have you figured out. I'm giving you some sugar pills now. I mean, some medication, of course.

[Madrigal]

Would you recommend any good books so that I can learn to analyze other peoples dream too?

I just read Freud. Don't believe those behaviourists and evolutionary psychologists. They don't know what they're talking about. Freud has notes on dream interpretation that I think you'd enjoy. Also, Woody Allen is good (he is very Freudian).

[Madrigal]

Well, my younger sister is a J, and is definitely more ordered than me. But my family never compared us, and made the effort to communicate the "you're perfect just the way you are" message.

I have a feeling it's more to do with my fear of incompetence.

I have a J sister (twin), and though I was never 'compared', I constantly felt inept. :)

[Madrigal]

Why don't you share a dream for us to take turns analyzing?

But I'm having fun with you guys!

I'll tell you one when I remember one. :)

[Serotonin]

I have a J sister (twin), and though I was never 'compared', I constantly felt inept. :)

Funny. I never felt inept compared to my sister, intellect-wise, but socially she's much better than me and makes friends in an instant. I got a higher University Entrance Rank at the end of school than she did, and was always seen by my family as teh nerd. She was teh socialite.

[purple13]

I have a recurring dream about owning a house down the street from where I grew up. I bought it because it was old and had many stories and rooms, and I think I may find something old and of value in the upper rooms. But it's spooky in this house, especially the higher I go, the more narrow and delapitated it gets (loose boards and steps, etc.) I want to explore up there but I hesitate, thinking it's unsafe.

Thank you Dr. M.

[Madrigal]

I have a recurring dream about owning a house down the street from where I grew up. I bought it because it was old and had many stories and rooms, and I think I may find something old and of value in the upper rooms. But it's spooky in this house, especially the higher I go, the more narrow and delapitated it gets (loose boards and steps, etc.) I want to explore up there but I hesitate, thinking it's unsafe.

Thank you Dr. M.

Do/did you have issues with a grandparent?

[purple13]

All my grandparents were dead before I was born, so I never knew them. I do have a curiosity in genealogy, though.

[Madrigal]

Mad: I've been having them for the past 3 weeks consistently (every other night).

You know, Christi, maybe that reunion you told me about has something to do with it. Maybe it's making you think about who you are becoming, who you don't want to be.

[purple13]

Actually, my parents are old enough to be my grandparents. They had a very large family.

[Madrigal]

All my grandparents were dead before I was born, so I never knew them. I do have a curiosity in genealogy, though.

Lol. I'll try something else.
Is there anyone in your past that is back in your life?

[Madrigal]

Actually, my parents are old enough to be my grandparents. They had a very large family.

Okay, I'm sticking with the old people, then. What's up with your parents these days?

[purple13]

Hmmm.... nope. I haven't had this dream for a while. Probably the last time was earlier this spring. But every now and then, it comes back.

[purple13]

My dad died years ago. My mom moved into an assisted living place last year. She had lived in her old house since 1952, and finally sold it.

[Madrigal]

My dad died years ago. My mom moved into an assisted living place last year. She had lived in her old house since 1952, and finally sold it.

Any recent/upcoming family get-togethers? Your birthday? Were you thinking back on the past when you had these dreams? Is there something sad about your younger years with your family?

[purple13]

We're celebrating her 85th birthday in November this year. To be honest, I'm not sure what I was thinking when I had the dreams. I probably should have picked a more current dream. I'm off to bed now, so I will sleep on this.

[Helios]

You are describing what seems to me as a sexual affair you had with a woman that was already emotionally or just 'officially' committed. Apparently you were not the only guy doing this. You knew she was seeing other men, you knew she also had a boyfriend. You just wanted to enjoy the moment and be as oblivious as possible about this reality.

Well, it did not last, eventually. He came strongly back into the picture and imposed order. (Arranging the cars, only allowing his to be parked where it legitimately belonged - and you acknowledged this). Ruined your fun. I think this man might be someone you know quite well. Someone you were hoping to deceive. Did you lie to a friend? Did you have an affair with your friend's girl? I hope it wasn't that bad...



Dayum!!! I am impressed! Almost flawless!

Details:

- I was first, met her 23 years ago(she was 2, I had just turned 7), but we are both INTPs so we managed to mess it up.


-I was the only "other"


-deceived? Perhaps only myself. The coup de grace was a trespass, but one that had been permited prior. In fact exceded prior. I didn't know that things had shifted between them. But it showed the stupidity of my coarse regardless.

-Yes, he is my "friend". Despite my best efforts to hate him, he is a great guy. I wish he wasn't half the time, it would make my life so much better if he was a prick! The most shamefull and twisted thing I ever did was revenge for all this, it is one of the few things I dare not devulge any place, even here.

[Dolphin]

Now that I think of it I have always had magically themed dreams. Even my thinking is magical. Whenever I was writing stories when I was younger ( I still do this when writing for fun ) my stories were always magically or sci-fi based. Could I have Schizotypal Personality Disorder?

[Madrigal]

Dayum!!! I am impressed! Almost flawless!

Details:

- I was first, met her 23 years ago(she was 2, I had just turned 7), but we are both INTPs so we managed to mess it up.


-I was the only "other"


-deceived? Perhaps only myself. The coup de grace was a trespass, but one that had been permited prior. In fact exceded prior. I didn't know that things had shifted between them. But it showed the stupidity of my coarse regardless.

-Yes, he is my "friend". Despite my best efforts to hate him, he is a great guy. I wish he wasn't half the time, it would make my life so much better if he was a prick! The most shamefull and twisted thing I ever did was revenge for all this, it is one of the few things I dare not devulge any place, even here.

So when you say you were the only 'other' you mean to say she was not seeing other men, just you, as the 'other'.

But, it was in fact an affair with your friend's girl. *Sigh* I wish I hadn't gotten it right.

The reason I thought of this forbidden affair idea is because you described the cars being parked wrong, which usually means someone is sleeping with a person they are not supposed to be with (cars are phallic symbols, and they should not just park anywhere, you know?) Also, the dancing (sex), and the supervision. (Edit: the large number of cars led me to assume that she was seeing other men, although this could just mean you had sex many times! How long did this affair last?) I figured it might be a friend because you mentioned how you tried to convince him you were all 'one', everything was okay. That's where I thought I sensed some deception, towards someone you knew.

I am wondering why there is such a strong spanish element in the entire dream. I wonder if there is a vacation involved in the whole affair, if this girl is from a latin american family, etc. There must be a reason for this.

[Helios]

I have never told anyone this dream, but it is clearly related tothe first, what do you think?






Someplace off highway US 41, just above Lake Bambi.There is a house, now odd part is I have dreamt of this place before. I remember what it looked like then. An older house really, with big history soaked rooms. The large kitchen and another big publicroom room (livingroom, maybe) running parrel to each other like two huge shoe boxes. For a moment my mind drifts back into warm embrace of the glowing memories of friends and family that these rooms holds. You can do nothing but smile and feel your heart warm. Open, welcoming, expansive, somehow this place embodied, warmth, love, safety, the past, and even the future! It was the personification of home.

If the two giant "shoebox" rooms had their ends toward 41, while them and the bulk of the house streach away from the road, there was a small, seemingly disminutive set of stairs that cold be found at the end of the kitchen road closest to the Road.

The Stairs and where they went, were not like the rest the house. They are small ,private and wooden, and seem to some how be very ancient, magical and holy. [ ] I get the impression that someroom related to me in an incomprehendable powerfully way is up there, and beyond that room an even smaller space that was about 5X5, just a tiny box, that could hold nothing more than 2 two people. I can't tell you much else about these rooms, when I remembered them in my mind they are flooded with a bright blinding light, as if one had looked into the face of God himself. I can't recall ever braving any further than the aproach of the cramped stairs themsevles. Here on these tiny stairs I remember sitting and talking with the only other person who could go there, if seems as if no one else,but us even realized that above the house was a portal to another dimension. I can see her there, in the stairwell with me, years ago. We are reclining the steps, and mutaully enchanted. Life goes on merrily downstairs, I guess, we are blissfully detached. The light from the future shines so bright that the stairs are fill with it, while before there looked ancient ( I can only compare it to tree the Gummy Bears lived in) and made of twisted wood. It seemed to glow like gold and electrium.

The last time I was here in a dream I was with my Dad, we were very much in the present, circumstrance had changed, for various reasons we had left the place sometime ago. Now circumstance had come about that we would be losing the house. He and I walked around the place once more. While he nobley (as always), gather my burden upon himself, explaining to me as he always does the logic behind why we couldn't keep it anymore. He very well knows my heart is dying, but is delicate so as to pass over this, and do his best to strengthen me with the facts I would other logically embrace myself. I shudder with the idea of losing this place, while the rooms are mostly empty now ,and clearly have been so for sometime, the walls are still screaming out, and I am unable to close my ears from their wails! [] In the midst ofthis agony a tiny part of me hopes somehow for a paletable future, maybe someone will buy the place and at least it would have a life again, and maybe somehow, sometime,there could be redemtion [] someday. [Xxxx]


But now, I am back, I think this maybe the 3rd dream in the last few weeks.

We have to go there again, arriving there with my whole family, past and future we slowly step toward our scared home. They all lose their status as inviduals and gather behind me as this undeniable inertia of movement propelling me toward the present; toward the fact, the brutal, horrible, catostophic reality before my eyes. Slowly, bit by bit, someone is tearing the house down. It is mostly gone now, mostly just the frame, everything else has been carefully removed and taken away. The shock, terror, helplessness, and sense of violation of so profound and deep. I can see the frameing of the place. Not much else is left. I am confronted by the old almost silvery colored wood of the frame, which seem suprised itself, to now be facing the elements. Some of the wood has small bits of paint from who knows when, perhaps at somepoint they were outside or exposed, but clearly these noble and esteemed beams had long ago came to need to insulation, protection, and love. I notice the one huge priamry beam that held the house up and ran down the middle of the house, in the wall that was no more, between the the two big "showbox" room and into were the stairs were. It was massive 3ft high and 8inch thick it is a giant piece of timber, age has slightly damaged it, but it is clearly strong as ever, why would anyone do this? The was a glorious house! I find the ansewer is equally tragic and unmutalbe, the state owns the house and is planning a convergence of traffic here, with a large interchange to placed right here. Yes, it would all be paved over, and no amount of money,desire or sacrafice could stop that now.

I walk on into the the room in front of the Kitchen closest to the road. I look up the where the stairs should be, and those rooms. It is gone! Some has taken it all away! Only the 2x4s that form the skelatal online of the frame, cut a stark, contrast against the clear blue sky. While just barely intact the frame looks barren,striped, and brutalized. While mostly silver, like old cedar. You can see fresh redwood, from the violence that removed the stucture of the house up there. There is no acess, there is no stairs, nothing ,it is all already gone. Other than my memories you would never know that much was there. It had been mundanely and unwittingly torn down, destoryed. All this time I have to soft comforting voice of my father speaking consolingly to me. But at the sight of my striped frame I loss it and become hysterical, sobbing frantically. (as I have a couple times writting this). The loss is inconsolable, my sprit is crushed beyond redemption. If you can be in the state of shock while dreaming I was, I am spinning and completely beyond reason, I become obessed with getting a camera before the road workers come again to finish the house and pave a new road over it. I have lost everything forever, but at least I want to take a picture.

[Madrigal]

Now that I think of it I have always had magically themed dreams. Even my thinking is magical. Whenever I was writing stories when I was younger ( I still do this when writing for fun ) my stories were always magically or sci-fi based. Could I have Schizotypal Personality Disorder?

Childhood is a magical time in our lives. We believe in magic at that age. Maybe you you were forced to place that magic in your dreams, because real life was just too full of responsibility. And maybe that magical time that you weren't allowed to have, just refuses to go away. You're not crazy. You still have a little child in you that wants to see the world the way children are supposed to see it. I wanna give you a hug. :)

[Madrigal]

I got so caught up in all of your dreams, I have neglected mine. I'm going to get some sleep and I'll analyze your second dream tomorrow. I'm not even going to let myself read it now, because I will be very tempted to analyze it immediately. All of you have a good night and sweet dreams! :)

[Helios]

So when you say you were the only 'other' you mean to say she was not seeing other men, just you, as the 'other'.

But, it was in fact an affair with your friend's girl. *Sigh* I wish I hadn't gotten it right.

The reason I thought of this forbidden affair idea is because you described the cars being parked wrong, which usually means someone is sleeping with a person they are not supposed to be with (cars are phallic symbols, and they should not just park anywhere, you know?) Also, the dancing (sex), and the supervision. (Edit: the large number of cars led me to assume that she was seeing other men, although this could just mean you had sex many times! How long did this affair last?) I figured it might be a friend because you mentioned how you tried to convince him you were all 'one', everything was okay. That's where I thought I sensed some deception, towards someone you knew.

I am wondering why there is such a strong spanish element in the entire dream. I wonder if there is a vacation involved in the whole affair, if this girl is from a latin american family, etc. There must be a reason for this.



For the record , it wasn't a relationship based on sex*, we had bonded on an almost spiritual level as kids, years before they ever met. We just never were able to end it. But, thru the tumlt over the years of dyfunctional parents,sexual molestation, and various other trauma and drama we managed to miss/avoid expressing our feeling overtly.

Each half convienced the other would "just know" like we always had known everything about each other prior. The other half sure that no one so amazing could ever care for us. Each of us being rather selfloathing. So we "discovered" all this a bit too late, and it may have been best if it had been left uncertain. I could almost,sometimes,feign hating her when I believed it was unrequited.


The cars and people most likely are from the fact that this circumstance (us being together) exisited inside a socail circle that permited of constant contact. In fact the night that everything fell apart was a house party that got outta hand. But again, no worse(in fact not half as bad) than many times prior. But yeah, this was all a production to permit us to be together.


The Latin bit? No clue! Everyone is WASPy, she is even blonde. I had gone to Ibiza and Madrid just days after the big blow up, maybe that was it?



edit-

But, it was in fact an affair with your friend's girl. *Sigh* I wish I hadn't gotten it right.




My girl married my friend, by mistake!



*our physical contact has always been very limited,but that is more about our other issues than any restraint on our part. Frankly, we'd both rather hook up with people we feel nothing for.

[MasterMerk]

Here's one for later:

From the start of what I can remember, I'm at the base of the Limburger building from the cartoon "Biker Mice from Mars". I appear to be the accompanied by another man, taller, skinnier than me, I think I understand that I must be his sidekick. Next thing I know we're travelling up the elavator. When we get out, we immediately come into a huge room with a large glass window overlooking the ocean. Here we meet Dr.Karbunkle (http://www.jedisparadise.co.uk/childrenstv/Biker%20Mice%20from%20Mars/Biker%20Mice%20from%20Mars4.jpg), from the same Biker Mice cartoon. He quickly states in his stringy exasperated tone that we've fallen into a trap. The building is set to explode within a minute. The Doctor manically laughs and somehow dissappears from the room, probably sneaking through the elavator we came up on. The doors are locked. My partner doesn't know what to do. I quickly take the initiative, coming towards a section of the glass window lines with metallic stips. I strike the window two or three times before it smashes open. From here I can clearly see outside, and exactly how far we are from the water's sea level. I gesture my partner to jump and after he does so I follow suit. We fall for a while, during which the bomb inside the building explodes and begins to collaspe. I hit the water, and after a few seconds I submerge unharmed. I swim back to shore instantly, and my partner is there, drenched. I see police vehicles crowding the rubble and there appears to be a man being cuffed and being pushed around by the police, cursing and shaking his head in protest - he is, in fact, one of my sixth grade teachers. Gasp. Turns out he masterminded it all. The police chief approaches and thanks us both for the capture. The end.

[PsiKik]

I am on holiday in some mountanous area. I am on my mountain bike and have my camera with me.
The road I am on is on the edge of a steep cliff with the sea below. I slip and go over the edge but manage to stop myself in a stream that runs into the sea.
A large group of other mountain bikers arrives and stop there for a rest.
I decide to take some pictures a bit further away because I think I can leave my bike with them and they will watch it for me.(without me having to find somewhere to chain it up)

I discover that the battery cover on my camera is broken, I can take pictures but only if I can hold it closed.
Later I am down by the sea. There is a railway that runs along the coast. I see an old steam powered train go past - it is apparantly for tourists. My bike is broken and I have to walk for at least an hour to the next railway station. I think at least I will be able to take some pictures.

[Helios]

(faux)


PLACE-HOLDER FOR CLASSIC STATUS

[Conan]

You have been involved with a girl whom you had a relationship with. I'm not specifying what type of relationship, mind you. The problem with your 'relationship' was that you were not attentive enough. You felt you were missing out on something. Maybe sex. Maybe time with your friends. Maybe another girl. Maybe you just felt trapped.

In any case, you chose not to stick around. You thought it might be a good idea to take your chances and make a change. And now you regret it. You miss this person that you admired and respected.

Someone is trying to get back in your life. Maybe they already are.

And what you're thinking about now, is sex.

im not sure if it was a lucky guess or if you really got that from my dream, but your reply, other than "And now you regret it. You miss this person that you admired and respected." is 100% true, howd you reach this conclusion from my dream? i dont see it in there

[Conan]

i bet ive posted about this relationship

[Madrigal]

i bet ive posted about this relationship

Hey, do you really think I would cheat like that? I challenge you to provide proof! :)

Look, I thought of the relationship thing when you mentioned the starlets going shopping, doing 'girls stuff', while you just tagged along. I figured there was a girl you 'admired and respected' (starlet), but evidently you were not having very much fun (tagging along).

Someone invites you to play cards, you accept, and leave the starlets. I saw this as the 'break', moving onto other more hedonistic pursuits. You realize someone is trying to get your attention, and describe a 'competition'. That is why I saw someone trying to get back into your life, and the sexual nature of that 'performance' made me think you are now concerned about sex.

By the way, I'm wondering why there are two starlets. Did you give that relationship a chance twice? Does she have a best friend that was always in the way? Just wondering.

Oh yeah, I thought you regretted the 'break' because you said, 'yeah, I regret it too (or something like that)', in reference to leaving the starlets for the 'game'). The way you look back on your own dream is part of the 'analysis'.

I'll get back to more dreams in a little while! :)

[joft]

I remember one of the coolest dreams I ever had, a LONG time ago. It was an adventure themed dream, and I only remember the plot now. Anyway, the world was made of flat platforms of ice drifting through water and you had to jump from one to another to move around. The bad guy was some kind of evil wizard or something who had some kind of magic crystal that would melt all the ice in the world, and I had to jump across the ice and try to stop him from getting to the place that he had to go to in order to use it. There probably isn't anything interesting about that dream, its features were probably all derived from video games or a book that I had read recently.

the latest dream that I wrote down probably had more psychological significance:

August 16th, "last night I had a pretty weird dream. I dreamt that i was like some kind of esoteric jelly-fish type thing that was shaped like a parenthesis- ( -and swam like a fish somehow, I was very ghostlike and frail. and I had a girlfriend, or a mate I guess, who was like the same substance but swam more like a seahorse and was shaped straight and not curved and was maybe a different color or something because she (it?) seemed almost like a different species because we looked so dissimilar. and in my dream we were swimming around trying to avoid being caught/seen by predators and find food so that we could survive and be successful organisms so that our species could continue and evolve."

[attila_the_hunny]

Madrigal, I think you might need to take on a partner in this business. Your workload is getting a little busy.

[Madrigal]

I have never told anyone this dream, but it is clearly related tothe first, what do you think?






Someplace off highway US 41, just above Lake Bambi.There is a house, now odd part is I have dreamt of this place before. I remember what it looked like then. An older house really, with big history soaked rooms. The large kitchen and another big publicroom room (livingroom, maybe) running parrel to each other like two huge shoe boxes. For a moment my mind drifts back into warm embrace of the glowing memories of friends and family that these rooms holds. You can do nothing but smile and feel your heart warm. Open, welcoming, expansive, somehow this place embodied, warmth, love, safety, the past, and even the future! It was the personification of home.

If the two giant "shoebox" rooms had their ends toward 41, while them and the bulk of the house streach away from the road, there was a small, seemingly disminutive set of stairs that cold be found at the end of the kitchen road closest to the Road.

The Stairs and where they went, were not like the rest the house. They are small ,private and wooden, and seem to some how be very ancient, magical and holy. [ ] I get the impression that someroom related to me in an incomprehendable powerfully way is up there, and beyond that room an even smaller space that was about 5X5, just a tiny box, that could hold nothing more than 2 two people. I can't tell you much else about these rooms, when I remembered them in my mind they are flooded with a bright blinding light, as if one had looked into the face of God himself. I can't recall ever braving any further than the aproach of the cramped stairs themsevles. Here on these tiny stairs I remember sitting and talking with the only other person who could go there, if seems as if no one else,but us even realized that above the house was a portal to another dimension. I can see her there, in the stairwell with me, years ago. We are reclining the steps, and mutaully enchanted. Life goes on merrily downstairs, I guess, we are blissfully detached. The light from the future shines so bright that the stairs are fill with it, while before there looked ancient ( I can only compare it to tree the Gummy Bears lived in) and made of twisted wood. It seemed to glow like gold and electrium.

The last time I was here in a dream I was with my Dad, we were very much in the present, circumstrance had changed, for various reasons we had left the place sometime ago. Now circumstance had come about that we would be losing the house. He and I walked around the place once more. While he nobley (as always), gather my burden upon himself, explaining to me as he always does the logic behind why we couldn't keep it anymore. He very well knows my heart is dying, but is delicate so as to pass over this, and do his best to strengthen me with the facts I would other logically embrace myself. I shudder with the idea of losing this place, while the rooms are mostly empty now ,and clearly have been so for sometime, the walls are still screaming out, and I am unable to close my ears from their wails! [] In the midst ofthis agony a tiny part of me hopes somehow for a paletable future, maybe someone will buy the place and at least it would have a life again, and maybe somehow, sometime,there could be redemtion [] someday. [Xxxx]


Helios, do you miss your mother? Is this a private question to ask? There is something sad about your mother in this dream. Are you looking for her in someone?

Also, do you have one sibling?

(Edit: as for the 3rd dream, it seems to be about something extremely private, so I'm pming you on that one, just in case. There is a lot of cruelty and injustice in it.)

[Madrigal]

Here's one for later:

From the start of what I can remember, I'm at the base of the Limburger building from the cartoon "Biker Mice from Mars". I appear to be the accompanied by another man, taller, skinnier than me, I think I understand that I must be his sidekick. Next thing I know we're travelling up the elavator. When we get out, we immediately come into a huge room with a large glass window overlooking the ocean. Here we meet Dr.Karbunkle (http://www.jedisparadise.co.uk/childrenstv/Biker%20Mice%20from%20Mars/Biker%20Mice%20from%20Mars4.jpg), from the same Biker Mice cartoon. He quickly states in his stringy exasperated tone that we've fallen into a trap. The building is set to explode within a minute. The Doctor manically laughs and somehow dissappears from the room, probably sneaking through the elavator we came up on. The doors are locked. My partner doesn't know what to do. I quickly take the initiative, coming towards a section of the glass window lines with metallic stips. I strike the window two or three times before it smashes open. From here I can clearly see outside, and exactly how far we are from the water's sea level. I gesture my partner to jump and after he does so I follow suit. We fall for a while, during which the bomb inside the building explodes and begins to collaspe. I hit the water, and after a few seconds I submerge unharmed. I swim back to shore instantly, and my partner is there, drenched. I see police vehicles crowding the rubble and there appears to be a man being cuffed and being pushed around by the police, cursing and shaking his head in protest - he is, in fact, one of my sixth grade teachers. Gasp. Turns out he masterminded it all. The police chief approaches and thanks us both for the capture. The end.

Do you have an older brother, or just a brother? Seems to me that you and a sibling have felt somewhat victimized by a domineering father/father figure. Have your parents split up? Your mother seems to be seen as a refuge, though she is also somewhat distant.

Edit: I bet I could say a bit more if I knew about that cartoon you mentioned (or show). I'm sure it must be important somehow.

[Madrigal]

I am on holiday in some mountanous area. I am on my mountain bike and have my camera with me.
The road I am on is on the edge of a steep cliff with the sea below. I slip and go over the edge but manage to stop myself in a stream that runs into the sea.
A large group of other mountain bikers arrives and stop there for a rest.
I decide to take some pictures a bit further away because I think I can leave my bike with them and they will watch it for me.(without me having to find somewhere to chain it up)

I discover that the battery cover on my camera is broken, I can take pictures but only if I can hold it closed.
Later I am down by the sea. There is a railway that runs along the coast. I see an old steam powered train go past - it is apparantly for tourists. My bike is broken and I have to walk for at least an hour to the next railway station. I think at least I will be able to take some pictures.

It seems your dream is about some great challenges you have faced. That, I think, is represented by the tall mountains you attempt to climb. Your camera seems to be a way you have of registering and preserving any possible achievements. You are hopeful that you will succeed.

Unfortunately, a terrible threat arises and you feel you begin to lose control (cliff). You decide that you are not quite up to the challenge, you would like to rely on others, seek their help and protection. It seems you made a mistake and hope someone else (or some other people) will fix it, or set things right again - that is what I interpret from your decision to let them watch your bike so you wouldn't have to 'tie it up'.

The train along the coast is a dream, an ambition, that you feel you missed out on. You are not on that train. Your broken battery cover on the camera seems to refer to an emotional or psychological scar left after this 'failure'. It seems you feel vulnerable and defeated.

But you're not giving up, you're walking all the way over to that next station, and you still think there is something worth capturing and preserving out there (keeping your camera). Ultimately, there is hope in your dream, and some expectations for the future.

[Helios]

Helios, do you miss your mother? Is this a private question to ask? There is something sad about your mother in this dream. Are you looking for her in someone?

Also, do you have one sibling?

(Edit: as for the 3rd dream, it seems to be about something extremely private, so I'm pming you on that one, just in case. There is a lot of cruelty and injustice in it.)


No, my parents just bought a place not far from where I live, perhaps "annoyingly close" would despribe it best. If I had to cmplain about them it would be these too issues. a) they,double for Mom never know how to let go, and let us all be adults, we have to gentlely push them away. b)they, doudle for my father, seems to require way too much back-up from us (me) as if we are getting so much of their dutys. We semi-jokingly call my Dad, "the abdicator". But they are both good people and very accessable.


Another clarifcation, this was all sorta one dream. Or really more like, it is a condesned version of a series. The last piece was the "closing" dream, I have never revisited the "house" again.


Oh, one other thing, "Lake Bambi" is just a geographic marker, and it isn't a a lake, but a trailer-park for old folks. It wasn't in the dream at all, it was jsut a way for me to recall the geography later. Frankly there was a collection of other landmarks in that opening paragrapg I removed since I thought they'd be red harrings, perhaps that shoud have been omitted too?

[booyalab]

Nobody ever wants to listen to someone's dream. But I do. Did you have an awful nightmare? Or maybe just a dream that made no sense? How about a dream you think must be telling you something? Tell me your dream and I'll tell you what it means - every dream has a message, and I will unravel it for you!

Be warned, I'll be using Freudian Psychoanalysis, which means you're probably a frustrated homosexual still in love with your mother. And you probably have a small penis, too. (And if you're a woman, you just wish you had a penis.) But that's okay. I'm listening.

(This is in the Psychology section for an obvious reason. If any mod thinks this thread is too playful, just move it on over to headphonez's Playground. I won't be offended. Honest.)

I had a nightmare last night! A friend was trying to kill me. It made me really distraught and I actually woke up in the middle of the night crying :( That hasn't happened since I was 5, probably. But the good thing is, when I went to sleep again I had a dream that someone was going to give me 2 million dollars. I think that was the subconscious part of my brain's way of saying sorry for the previous dream. (although the part where you wake up and realize it was only a dream is not so fun)

[Madrigal]

No, my parents just bought a place not far from where I live, perhaps "annoyingly close" would despribe it best. If I had to cmplain about them it would be these too issues. a) they,double for Mom never know how to let go, and let us all be adults, we have to gentlely push them away. b)they, doudle for my father, seems to require way too much back-up from us (me) as if we are getting so much of their dutys. We semi-jokingly call my Dad, "the abdicator". But they are both good people and very accessable.


Another clarifcation, this was all sorta one dream. Or really more like, it is a condesned version of a series. The last piece was the "closing" dream, I have never revisited the "house" again.


Oh, one other thing, "Lake Bambi" is just a geographic marker, and it isn't a a lake, but a trailer-park for old folks. It wasn't in the dream at all, it was jsut a way for me to recall the geography later. Frankly there was a collection of other landmarks in that opening paragrapg I removed since I thought they'd be red harrings, perhaps that shoud have been omitted too?

I think that the description of 'two shoeboxes' is very important, I'm going to think about it a little more.

Both dreams seem to say that something was taken away from you.

I haven't come up with alternative explanations, but I'll think about it. I believe that there is an element we are not addressing here and that maybe your subconcious is purposely blocking out and refusing to associate to the dream. Of course, that's also a great excuse for not finding 'the answer'!

[Madrigal]

I had a nightmare last night! A friend was trying to kill me. It made me really distraught and I actually woke up in the middle of the night crying :( That hasn't happened since I was 5, probably. But the good thing is, when I went to sleep again I had a dream that someone was going to give me 2 million dollars. I think that was the subconscious part of my brain's way of saying sorry for the previous dream. (although the part where you wake up and realize it was only a dream is not so fun)

Are you under a lot of stress lately? Why was your friend trying to kill you in the dream? Did she remind you about someone else in any way? What was he/she going to use to do kill you? (knife, gun, something else...?) Where were you running? (If you were escaping). Anything you can tell me about the surroundings?

[Madrigal]

Maybe telling me what this friend means to you will also help. Is she very responsible/irresponsible? Has she had any important problems lately? What is your opinion of her? Right off the top of your head...

[Helios]

I think that the description of 'two shoeboxes' is very important, I'm going to think about it a little more.

Both dreams seem to say that something was taken away from you.

I haven't come up with alternative explanations, but I'll think about it. I believe that there is an element we are not addressing here and that maybe your subconcious is purposely blocking out and refusing to associate to the dream. Of course, that's also a great excuse for not finding 'the answer'!



there wasn't literally any shoe boxes. only that the those two rooms were shaped like a big shoe boxes. I could have said "railrod cars", or just big rectangles. But the rooms did have some clear elationship to each other, and there was that big wooden beam, WTF was that?

[booyalab]

Are you under a lot of stress lately?
yes

Why was your friend trying to kill you in the dream? he was saying rude things and I told him to stop.

What was he/she going to use to do kill you? (knife, gun, something else...?) he had a machine gun and then his terrorist-looking friend appeared out of nowhere and also had a machine gun and they were chasing me

Where were you running? (If you were escaping). Anything you can tell me about the surroundings?
It was on a weird cul-de-sac that was kind of at a 25 degree downwards angle from the road that led to it and it was on the edge of a cliff and the houses/buildings that surrounded it were kind of narrow and sparse and around 10-15 feet tall and they all resembled shoe-boxes. There didn't seem to be many trees around and the ones that were there were shorter than the buildings and seemed fake. I was trying to run away from the weird cul-de-sac.


Maybe telling me what this friend means to you will also help. Is she very responsible/irresponsible? Has she had any important problems lately? What is your opinion of her? Right off the top of your head... our relationship has pretty extreme highs and lows

[Madrigal]

there wasn't literally any shoe boxes. only that the those two rooms were shaped like a big shoe boxes. I could have said "railrod cars", or just big rectangles. But the rooms did have some clear elationship to each other, and there was that big wooden beam, WTF was that?

I knew there were no shoe-boxes, but the fact that you described it that way is important. I thought the wooden beam was your father, supporting you and trying to hold things together.

[booyalab]

wow that's weird, Helios and I both had things that resembled shoeboxes

[booyalab]

also, the cul-de-sac had a little grassy knoll in the center of it that we drove around in a little clown car. I think it was a fire engine clown car.

[headfonez]

I had a dream. There were black people in it, and white people. I asked one guy, he said him being a jew, he said he knew some gentiles, and he pointed at some body. She said she was a protestant but her niece was a catholic. They were staning holding hands saying something about being the last to be free. Do you like to decode dreams? If so ,.

[Madrigal]

yes
he was saying rude things and I told him to stop.
he had a machine gun and then his terrorist-looking friend appeared out of nowhere and also had a machine gun and they were chasing me
It was on a weird cul-de-sac that was kind of at a 25 degree downwards angle from the road that led to it and it was on the edge of a cliff and the houses/buildings that surrounded it were kind of narrow and sparse and around 10-15 feet tall and they all resembled shoe-boxes. There didn't seem to be many trees around and the ones that were there were shorter than the buildings and seemed fake. I was trying to run away from the weird cul-de-sac.

our relationship has pretty extreme highs and lows

More shoeboxes? I am wondering, are you 25 years old, or will you soon be 25? If not, what does this number make you think of? A date, maybe? Did something important happen to you when you were 25? I think it is very unusual to describe a 25 degree angle. Usually we'd say, 15, 30, 45, 60, etc.

I think you might be projecting your fears onto your friend, and that it's those fears that are chasing you. That is why, by using adjectives to describe that friend, you might see a parallel with what is happening to you right now. What would you say you most disapprove of in your friend? Can you associate that with the reason for the stress in your life right now? Do you fear you may be adopting a certain attitude of his, or end up making a similar mistake he has made? Is someone like your friend the last person who could deal with the type of stress you are now under?

[Madrigal]

Madrigal, I think you might need to take on a partner in this business. Your workload is getting a little busy.

Alright, you can help me but only if you don't medicate them. And conceal that insane sig! Don't you see these people are disturbed?

[Lee]

I only remember my dreams for about an hour after I wake up, then they just dissapear :(

I think I will respond here tomorrow morning if I remember to.

[booyalab]

More shoeboxes? I am wondering, are you 25 years old, or will you soon be 25? If not, what does this number make you think of? A date, maybe? Did something important happen to you when you were 25? I think it is very unusual to describe a 25 degree angle. Usually we'd say, 15, 30, 45, 60, etc.

I think you might be projecting your fears onto your friend, and that it's those fears that are chasing you. That is why, by using adjectives to describe that friend, you might see a parallel with what is happening to you right now. What would you say you most disapprove of in your friend? Can you associate that with the reason for the stress in your life right now? Do you fear you may be adopting a certain attitude of his, or end up making a similar mistake he has made? Is someone like your friend the last person who could deal with the type of stress you are now under?

the number 25 isn't really significant. I was picturing the dream in my head and estimated 25 after deciding it was probably in between 20 and 30. I'm 22, btw.
I think I'd have to think about the other questions you ask some more.

[Conan]

Hey, do you really think I would cheat like that? I challenge you to provide proof! :)

Look, I thought of the relationship thing when you mentioned the starlets going shopping, doing 'girls stuff', while you just tagged along. I figured there was a girl you 'admired and respected' (starlet), but evidently you were not having very much fun (tagging along).

Someone invites you to play cards, you accept, and leave the starlets. I saw this as the 'break', moving onto other more hedonistic pursuits. You realize someone is trying to get your attention, and describe a 'competition'. That is why I saw someone trying to get back into your life, and the sexual nature of that 'performance' made me think you are now concerned about sex.

By the way, I'm wondering why there are two starlets. Did you give that relationship a chance twice? Does she have a best friend that was always in the way? Just wondering.

Oh yeah, I thought you regretted the 'break' because you said, 'yeah, I regret it too (or something like that)', in reference to leaving the starlets for the 'game'). The way you look back on your own dream is part of the 'analysis'.

I'll get back to more dreams in a little while! :)

wow, nicely done, actually there were 4 starlets, whatever that means but to give credit where its due, i did not actually regret leaving them in my dream, its just some extra commentary i added in my post, so lucky or not, i have to admit you were right on

[PsiKik]

Unfortunately, a terrible threat arises and you feel you begin to lose control (cliff). You decide that you are not quite up to the challenge, you would like to rely on others, seek their help and protection. It seems you made a mistake and hope someone else (or some other people) will fix it, or set things right again - that is what I interpret from your decision to let them watch your bike so you wouldn't have to 'tie it up'.

The train along the coast is a dream, an ambition, that you feel you missed out on. You are not on that train. Your broken battery cover on the camera seems to refer to an emotional or psychological scar left after this 'failure'. It seems you feel vulnerable and defeated.

But you're not giving up, you're walking all the way over to that next station, and you still think there is something worth capturing and preserving out there (keeping your camera). Ultimately, there is hope in your dream, and some expectations for the future.
You are so right. The terrible threat is that I may lose my job - I work for a guy I knew in school - he is very succesful(and an ISTJ - I got him to do the test ) etc. and he hired me because of my problem solving skills etc. but because of my INTP procrastination etc I have taken too long to do something, I hate it etc.
Right now my most favorite thing is to be cycling in the mountains.

Your interpretation skills are good.
I think you are able to say to us in terms what our dreams are trying to tell us?

[Madrigal]

the latest dream that I wrote down probably had more psychological significance:

August 16th, "last night I had a pretty weird dream. I dreamt that i was like some kind of esoteric jelly-fish type thing that was shaped like a parenthesis- ( -and swam like a fish somehow, I was very ghostlike and frail. and I had a girlfriend, or a mate I guess, who was like the same substance but swam more like a seahorse and was shaped straight and not curved and was maybe a different color or something because she (it?) seemed almost like a different species because we looked so dissimilar. and in my dream we were swimming around trying to avoid being caught/seen by predators and find food so that we could survive and be successful organisms so that our species could continue and evolve."

It seems that your dream says something about your insecurity and lack of confidence in yourself. When you describe yourself as 'ghost-like and frail', I imagine you see yourself as a mystery to others, you are extremely secretive and shy. Also, you are a jelly-fish, which seems to have quite an asexual connotation, implying a somewhat repressed or unexplored sexuality. You feel you are in a hostile environment, but you are relying on a woman/girl that you hope will help you get by. She is a bit stronger than you. She has more drive and is braver. You feel like you need her right now. Who is she?

[Madrigal]

I only remember my dreams for about an hour after I wake up, then they just dissapear :(

I think I will respond here tomorrow morning if I remember to.

Well, you'll find that the more you try to remember your dreams in the morning, the more you'll start remembering in general, throughout the day. It's just practice. If you neglect it, you stop remembering. :)

[Conan]

i find i remember dreams best when i sleep in late and the line between consciousness and unconsciousness begins to blur (as opposed to the abrupt transition between the two resulting from my alarm clock early in the morning)

[Madrigal]

i find i remember dreams best when i sleep in late and the line between consciousness and unconsciousness begins to blur (as opposed to the abrupt transition between the two resulting from my alarm clock early in the morning)

Yes, my best dreams are actually during afternoon naps. When I say, 'best', I mean 'most vivid'.

[joft]

It seems that your dream says something about your insecurity and lack of confidence in yourself. When you describe yourself as 'ghost-like and frail', I imagine you see yourself as a mystery to others, you are extremely secretive and shy.This doesn't seem unlikely

Also, you are a jelly-fish, which seems to have quite an asexual connotation, implying a somewhat repressed or unexplored sexuality.lol, well I probably described it wrong, i wasn't a jelly-fish, but the consistency of my body looked like it. translucent, probably also why I said "ghostly."

You feel you are in a hostile environment, but you are relying on a woman/girl that you hope will help you get by. She is a bit stronger than you. She has more drive and is braver. You feel like you need her right now. Who is she?uh, I'm trying to remember if anyone could have fit this description around the time I had that dream. I'm stumped, can't think of anything- maybe she was just an ideal?

of course, I'm in my own head, so i'm biased about how I see this dream and maybe I'm wrong or maybe i'm right because i know more about myself. I think there was something significant about the fact that I was a different shape than she, I was crooked, or something

[Master O]

The most vivid dream i've ever had was quite interesting, exciting, peculiar, and even a little disturbing. Not as disturbing as it perhaps should have been, but it was only a dream.

The thing is it wasn't anything like a movie where everything is spelled out and defined for you. It was like showing up halfway through a story where nothing is clear or explained anymore. I just knew what I was and I was about to execute a job.

I was some kind of professional killer and I was at this fairly large house. My job was to kill the entire family. I didn't even think about it. I just went to work. There were 10 in all - 4 adults and the rest children. I didn't know why they must die, it was just what i was sent to do.

I systematically and efficiently went through that house killing everybody. About 3 kids got away from me upstairs and ran downstairs. I went after them. One slipped out of the house, but instead of chasing her right away, I thought it made more sense to finish the two that were still in the house. After I got them, I then calmly went outside through the same door the girl left through, pointed my gun and shot her right in the back about 200 feet away.

then the dream kind of blurred (like they do when events and locations are changing). i then remember something about a fight with 2 men and a dog, but not much.

********

later in the same night, i had another similar dream, not about killing, but about a secret kind of life. i was in the middle of some woods. i was in some kind of secret lab with a bunch of different animals, but mostly dogs and cats. it was very early in the morning and it had just become light enough to see for some distance. i looked out of the window and saw a long procession of dark cars coming up the dirt road. i knew i had to get out of there and did. i don't remember anything else.

[Madrigal]

The most vivid dream i've ever had was quite interesting, exciting, peculiar, and even a little disturbing. Not as disturbing as it perhaps should have been, but it was only a dream.

The thing is it wasn't anything like a movie where everything is spelled out and defined for you. It was like showing up halfway through a story where nothing is clear or explained anymore. I just knew what I was and I was about to execute a job.

I was some kind of professional killer and I was at this fairly large house. My job was to kill the entire family. I didn't even think about it. I just went to work. There were 10 in all - 4 adults and the rest children. I didn't know why they must die, it was just what i was sent to do.

I systematically and efficiently went through that house killing everybody. About 3 kids got away from me upstairs and ran downstairs. I went after them. One slipped out of the house, but instead of chasing her right away, I thought it made more sense to finish the two that were still in the house. After I got them, I then calmly went outside through the same door the girl left through, pointed my gun and shot her right in the back about 200 feet away.

then the dream kind of blurred (like they do when events and locations are changing). i then remember something about a fight with 2 men and a dog, but not much.

********

later in the same night, i had another similar dream, not about killing, but about a secret kind of life. i was in the middle of some woods. i was in some kind of secret lab with a bunch of different animals, but mostly dogs and cats. it was very early in the morning and it had just become light enough to see for some distance. i looked out of the window and saw a long procession of dark cars coming up the dirt road. i knew i had to get out of there and did. i don't remember anything else.

I thought maybe you were quitting your job at the time, but I would have to know about what the house reminded you of, as well as the people. Maybe you were making a big change in your life - moving out of your home, going to another city, changing your work place?

[Zephyrus055]

I once had a dream where I was like Emperor Claudius and forcefully dragged to the throne... except it took place in modern America.

[Madrigal]

I once had a dream where I was like Emperor Claudius and forcefully dragged to the throne... except it took place in modern America.

Maybe someone was expecting too much from you.

[Zephyrus055]

Maybe someone was expecting too much from you. LOL!

[joft]

i'm digging up every dream that i've written down:


I had a dream last night that some kind of aliens or artificial intelligence (that didn't seem to have been created by humans) from dimensions that we couldn't make any contact with managed to contact us in a computer constructed virtual reality zone. Somehow they managed to transport nuclear explosives back into our reality by a spy or a traitor or something and detonated them in a bunch of cities. I was trying to disassemble the one in my city, which was in my grandmother's backyard, but knew that I couldn't. I was yelling at my mom that we had to leave or we wouldn't have enough time to get away, and by the time we left, it exploded when we were only about 20 yards away.

For some reason we lived, I thought the bomb malfunctioned and somehow only managed to create a lot of radiation, and then I woke up.

I had a dream that my sociology professor was playing some trippy disco-acid-techno music that he said he made when he was in college, and trying to get everyone in the class to dance. I finally gave in and tried to dance, but I could only do one disco-like pelvic thrust and then was embarassed because I sucked at dancing. There was also a gang on campus that worked for a mattress company. They were going around doing acrobatic dance routines while jumping around on mattresses, to rap music, trying to get people to buy the mattresses.

This dream was something like "I, Robot" in that humans had created robots with "artificial intelligence" and those robots rebelled against us. The robots looked exactly like humans, but were incredibly powerful. I was being chased by one, and it eventually caught up to me on the roof of a tall building and was going to kill me. Then, some police/military arrived and were going to destroy the robot, but I stopped them.

For some reason I believed that "artificial intelligence" wasn't really artificial and that the robots deserved to be treated like equal life forms. I had the impression that there were news helicopters there and everything was being broadcasted on live TV. I yelled out and gave some moving speech to the police/military about how the robots deserved to be treated not as objects or our servants, but as our brothers and sisters. The robot agreed with what I had said and became peaceful, and the police lowered their weapons. It seemed the whole world had seen and heard what was happening live on TV and my speech had changed everything.

Then, just as the police left, the robot went back down into the building and started killing everyone and blowing things up, and I woke up

This morning I had a dream that I and one of my linkshell members (I don't know which) were riding bicycles up and down a forest path. We were intentionally running over as many animals as we could, and each time I ran over an animal it would kind of disappear and be replaced by an item that it dropped, like in video games. I got progressively sadder with each animal I killed though, and that distress woke me up, at 5:30am

I was in a large room with a high ceiling that seemed like a gothic church building but was made entirely out of cement and therefore was modern. There was one large window shaped like stained glass windows usually are shaped, but it was only one color, and I think it was black. I was naked, I think, and I was supposed to be dancing erotically. But Madonna was there, only she wasn't really Madonna, in that I didn't know that was her name, but she was the same person basically, and she was scoffing at how unskilled or unartful or something my dancing was. So I broke the window, it shattered into very fine pieces like sand or dust and fell into a neat pile and then I started dancing on the pile, my bare feet bleeding (but feeling no pain). And this was very impressive and artistic or something like that.

Last night I had a dream that I were some kind of spy or assassin with a very small robot that acted as an all-purpose spy tool. I was attempting to infiltrate my friend's house (which I haven't seen or been to in like a year) unnoticed. The robot would shoot wires with grappling hooks onto the roof for me and look around corners and cut holes in windows.

my friend's church was having an easter church service in a gas station conference room, which was pretty big. they passed out cards that were cutesy little letters signed from the easter bunny, and i was thirsty and got up to go get a bottled water in the gas station, and my friend decided he wanted water too so he started coming behind me, and as soon as the door shut behind me i decided to start running so that i'd be on the other side of the next door before he opened this one so it would seem to him like i disappeared, and the gas station had become a square-like building with long straight hallways and spiral staircases at each corner and i had to run down the staircase really fast and get past the bottom door before he opened the top one, and then when i got to the top of the next staircase i noticed the door was already opened and it seemed kind of spooky and the mood of the dream had already changed because of the running and trying to be one door ahead, and then a nurse (the place was apparently a hospital or something) almost tripped as she ran by me in the opposite direction seeming like she was gasping or crying and was too scared to scream, and I had turned to watch her and then I had the sensation that something was behind me and that woke me up but I still felt it when I woke up and because I wasn't thinking straight I just had to almost jump in rolling over to look and make sure. and my adrenaline or something was still going so it kept me on high-alert mode for a while
k, hurry

[Madrigal]

i'm digging up every dream that i've written down:

k, hurry

Lol, that'll take a while! I'll get to it. :) I have to get going right now. Keep dreaming.

[Master O]

I thought maybe you were quitting your job at the time, but I would have to know about what the house reminded you of, as well as the people. Maybe you were making a big change in your life - moving out of your home, going to another city, changing your work place? you can do better than that...

it's not about the house, the people in it, the area... it's about the act. none of of those other things meant anything or remind me of anything or one. the act though...

i had perfect clarity... i knew exactly what i was doing and it made sense. it didn't bother me at all (in the dream).

[MasterMerk]

Do you have an older brother, or just a brother? Seems to me that you and a sibling have felt somewhat victimized by a domineering father/father figure. Have your parents split up? Your mother seems to be seen as a refuge, though she is also somewhat distant.

Edit: I bet I could say a bit more if I knew about that cartoon you mentioned (or show). I'm sure it must be important somehow.

Older brother, yeah. Domineering father, half-correct. My parents have not split up. And while I wouldn't call my mother a refuge, she's much more reasonable than my Dad. The cartoon show was one I watched as a child.

[joft]

I remembered 3 this morning

in the first one, my friend and I had barricaded ourselves in the bedroom of my old house that i haven't lived in since 1997-8 or so, we were holding door closed to stop a swarm of little gremlin things (they didn't have wings and couldn't fly, by "swarm" i just mean a lot of them and they moved fast and erratically) from getting in the room and presumably killing us or something. we had swords, and for some reason we would open the door a little (or they would push it open maybe) and a few would get in and we'd kill them then go back to holding the door closed. this process fell into the background so my friend could explain these cloth shields that he had just made by twisting some plastic rods, wrapping sheets around them, then untwisting the rods so the sheet became taut. somehow this made them very durable even though they were light, enough to not be torn by the horns of a charging triceratops (for some reason there were dinosaurs). then we went back to my bedroom door and started swinging our swords underneath the bottom of the door trying to chop off as many of the gremlins' legs as possible, then they got the door open and my friend said we needed to jump out the windows (first floor) and run, he dropped out one of the windows, I was climbing into the window frame but some of the gremlins were on me and I woke up, startled, and turned my light on, and had to go to the bathroom anyway and that might have been why I woke up

after I fell asleep again, there was some stuff about my college that I don't remember, but it ended up with me going to some class. it was the first meeting of the class and everyone was waiting for the professor to come in so we could see what he was like. the room was an auditorium, like for large lectures (I've never had a class in one of these before). the professor came in and he seemed funny and the class liked him, then for some reason I started painting parts of the floor of the aisle and the wall with a small paint brush, like the size of a pencil. when I got into the back corner I realized that I got some blue paint on my brush, and that wasn't the color that I was using, so it must have been from the wall and dripped onto the floor and someone else must have been painting, but at any rate I had to go back to my desk and wipe the blue paint off before I could continue. but once I was at my desk, something weird was happening, a lot of people were standing up and holding hands and the people sitting behind me were beckoning for my hand and for me to stand but i just kind of slowly slouched over my chair then sat down, and I had realized that we were going to sing the national anthem and there was a large school band up on the stage now. I was refusing to stand or hold hands or sing, and as the song ended some guy in the band threw his trumpet and it hit some other guy's tuba. then either another guy or the same guy jumped off the stage with a cymbal and slam dunked some kid who looked like he was younger than 10 on the head with his cymbal because that kid wasn't singing. he was going to come toward me because I wasn't singing either but I wasn't worried. then there was apparently a transition to the next dream that I don't remember.

in this dream, I was in my grandmother's back yard with my mother's dogs, and saw a family of brown bears (2 adults and 2 small ones) come through the little strip of woods separating my grandmother's backyard from the backyard of the people who lived behind her. the bears were like running and chasing something or something like that, they were moving fast, I ran into the house and managed to bring one of my mom's dogs with me but the other one was still outside and he ran and hid or something because I didn't see him. meanwhile the bears were slaughtering and eating some cows or something, I had the impression that they were chasing the cows before and then they came into this yard but some of the cows stupidly ran after them because they were spooked. they finished eating the cows and some other stuff (maybe deer?), and looked like they were going to go away, so I opened the door and got my mom's other dog to come in. then I ran into the living room of the house to tell the old lady there who wasn't my grandmother (maybe she was one of my grandmother's friends?) that there were bears outside, and ran back to the door to look, and saw that they were coming toward the door. so I ran back past the old lady who was going toward the door to see and I don't think i told her they were coming because I wanted them to be busy eating her to give me a headstart, they opened the door and apparently ate her or something, I was in the front hall and trying to open the front door but it was locked. I closed the door to the front hall slowly and quietly so they wouldn't hear it, and just as it closed they came into the living room so it was just in time. then I unlocked and got through the front door and started running down the street and I was naked and I think it was raining. I got the main road and was trying to run into the middle of the road and wave my arms to stop cars, a car almost hit me on my first attempt and I fell on my way back to the side and almost got ran over, on my second attempt I made it to the middle and I thought a lot of people would avoid me thinking I was crazy because I was naked and yelling and waving my arms. apparently someone stopped and it might have been police, but I told them about the bears and they asked if they were grizzly bears and I said they were brown so they must have been. another strange thing about the dream was that by the point I was naked I thought I knew that I was dreaming, but I really didn't. it was like dreaming that it was a lucid dream, but I didn't really know that it was a dream. but the point was that even though I was running naked down the street trying to get people to run over the bears with their cars and I was almost getting killed there wasn't really a sense of urgency. it was like I dreamed that there was a sense of urgency, but there wasn't

[Madrigal]

you can do better than that...

it's not about the house, the people in it, the area... it's about the act. none of of those other things meant anything or remind me of anything or one. the act though...

i had perfect clarity... i knew exactly what i was doing and it made sense. it didn't bother me at all (in the dream).

Lol, the 'act' of you being sure that you needed to 'eliminate' these people, leads me to think you were changing your social/work/family environment. That is why, I asked for clues about places and people. Anything that reminded you about work, or family, etc. In order to see what it was you needed to eliminate from your life.

[Ka.avik]

Even if you don't get around to analying this, or I don't like your analysis...I think its a fun thread. So, here:


Bleary eyed as I write this, hoping to catch more of the details....


There is a marathon. More of a walkathon, but we're all going somewhere in according with some route, for a reason. It goes through a stretch of highway that climbs steeply from the lowlying hiway to a side road of some traffic, then on to a rest stop, then the road plummets through a vertical mile back to the hwy.

(roads are always thus, in my dreams: multilayered affairs with death-defying drops that the surrounding traffic think nothing of driving through. Strangely the dreams never, or seldom, emphasize the needed climb, though I see them too, just dont have to drive up them to drop off the face of the earth)

Now we're walking through the back alley portion of some gym, or school, or the like. I see byzantine sub-hallways, and this is only the restroom. No, I don't have to go -- the route, heavily trafficked, is winding through a gigantic mens restroom. I see sunlight ahead, but find the route uninteresting, and thus decide I do have to go. I wander off some sub-hallway, trying to pick a urinal not too far from hearing range of the proceedings, but at least slightly out of sight.

There's a dog! a big, friendly malamute. For a moment I think its the dog belonging to my waking-life's neighbor -- but there is no recognition on his behalf. While still picking out a urinal, I see a door, and another dog. Now I understand -- the janitor is working, and has propped open his service entrance to allow a few of his favored strays to watch him work. I get the impression this janitor is one of those kind-hearted sorts, who strays just run to because there's always something for them there.

I finish peeing, then wander out the service door. The grass is like nothing so much as the edges of a parking lot -- hard ground, sparse, crackling grass & weeds. There is a young girl who is either inside a cage, or simply there is a cage-like wall between her & I. She is, I can't tell -- either swinging, or eating ice cream...some girlish, summertime thing. There are about 6 dogs, I'd guess. milling about. Not a one will say hello to me. The girl is telling some matronly woman (mother? nanny? coworker?) about the cages she's cleaned, and the wounds of the dogs. She doesn't notice me either. I try to get a closer look at the injuries ... an afghan with no hair, and a nasty hole in its side (the only female dog) is the worst. While she'll sit for me, she will only do so looking away.

I try to ask the girl how this happened. She doesn't hear me, but says to the lady outside the cage that a new beesting has worsened (dogsname?) condition. I look over and see there are many bees wandering in & out of a small door in a padded building (insulation? it felt like it was a large icecream truck converted into an office)

There were probably a few extra details, but that's the part that stayed with me, and I think that's where it ended, too. An odd observation -- usually I can feel the dogs I pet, in dreams. I managed to touch these dogs, or they would roughly pass across my legs -- but that details was simply noted, like the sound (there is no sound in my dreams). I know that even at the time, in the dream, I didn't really 'feel' the dogs.

[Snowflake]

I had a weird but short dream last night that I thought was kind of interesting. Normally I don't dream very much, but I slept well last night I guess.

Anyway, there are two parts to this dream which are not obviously linked together by any noticable timeframe. The dream took place in the house I live in (unaltered) with the same people, minus my youngest sister, and a girl which I have no idea who is. It was a sunny day.

The dream opens with the first girl of whom I have no idea who she is. In the real world, I would be looking out one of the front windows overlooking the yard, except the window was "gone" (there are shades in place, usually). The girl was standing there, emotionless, facing me, looking into my eyes, and then kills herself with a bullet to the throat. She falls backwards and out of view (there is a bush about 3 feet tall behind the window), and then instantly I was at the second part of the dream.

This part of the dream took place in my parents bedroom. I was standing in the doorway. Again, the dream was first person (I guess), so I never saw myself, just what was going on around me. My sister was standing in the corner adjacent to mine. My parents were both in bed talking. The room was brightly but evenly and warmly lit. My sister was talking to my parents, emotionless. Maybe even joking with them. She had no shirt on, but she wasn't naked, either. And then she pointed a gun at herself, just to the right of her chest (approximately where her heart is, I guess) and shot herself. Except she die. My parents had noticed, but were still talking (at my sister, too, even). They didn't take it seriously, I don't think. I don't remember what my sister was doing after she shot herself, except just standing there. You could clearly see a perfectly round bullet hole that was red, but no blood.

And then the dream ended, just like that.

[Madrigal]

Even if you don't get around to analying this, or I don't like your analysis...I think its a fun thread. So, here:


Bleary eyed as I write this, hoping to catch more of the details....


There is a marathon. More of a walkathon, but we're all going somewhere in according with some route, for a reason. It goes through a stretch of highway that climbs steeply from the lowlying hiway to a side road of some traffic, then on to a rest stop, then the road plummets through a vertical mile back to the hwy.

(roads are always thus, in my dreams: multilayered affairs with death-defying drops that the surrounding traffic think nothing of driving through. Strangely the dreams never, or seldom, emphasize the needed climb, though I see them too, just dont have to drive up them to drop off the face of the earth)

Now we're walking through the back alley portion of some gym, or school, or the like. I see byzantine sub-hallways, and this is only the restroom. No, I don't have to go -- the route, heavily trafficked, is winding through a gigantic mens restroom. I see sunlight ahead, but find the route uninteresting, and thus decide I do have to go. I wander off some sub-hallway, trying to pick a urinal not too far from hearing range of the proceedings, but at least slightly out of sight.

There's a dog! a big, friendly malamute. For a moment I think its the dog belonging to my waking-life's neighbor -- but there is no recognition on his behalf. While still picking out a urinal, I see a door, and another dog. Now I understand -- the janitor is working, and has propped open his service entrance to allow a few of his favored strays to watch him work. I get the impression this janitor is one of those kind-hearted sorts, who strays just run to because there's always something for them there.

I finish peeing, then wander out the service door. The grass is like nothing so much as the edges of a parking lot -- hard ground, sparse, crackling grass & weeds. There is a young girl who is either inside a cage, or simply there is a cage-like wall between her & I. She is, I can't tell -- either swinging, or eating ice cream...some girlish, summertime thing. There are about 6 dogs, I'd guess. milling about. Not a one will say hello to me. The girl is telling some matronly woman (mother? nanny? coworker?) about the cages she's cleaned, and the wounds of the dogs. She doesn't notice me either. I try to get a closer look at the injuries ... an afghan with no hair, and a nasty hole in its side (the only female dog) is the worst. While she'll sit for me, she will only do so looking away.

I try to ask the girl how this happened. She doesn't hear me, but says to the lady outside the cage that a new beesting has worsened (dogsname?) condition. I look over and see there are many bees wandering in & out of a small door in a padded building (insulation? it felt like it was a large icecream truck converted into an office)

There were probably a few extra details, but that's the part that stayed with me, and I think that's where it ended, too. An odd observation -- usually I can feel the dogs I pet, in dreams. I managed to touch these dogs, or they would roughly pass across my legs -- but that details was simply noted, like the sound (there is no sound in my dreams). I know that even at the time, in the dream, I didn't really 'feel' the dogs.

It seems to me that this dream is about your fear of commitment with regard to a relationship. You have gotten to a point in a past or present relationship where you have felt afraid to keep 'advancing'. This notion of what advance is may not be yours, but that of somebody else.

You choose to evade the burdensome trap, which seems to be able to make others happy, but you fear, not yourself.

There is somebody in your life that loves/has loved you, and that has decided she should now keep her distance - emotionally or literally. You care deeply about this person. This person has made an effort to get close to you, and have you confide in her. She has had the best intentions but you have repeatedly hurt her and eventually let her down. She is now concerned about her own healing process and you have lost credibility in her eyes. Apparently, you have hurt her once again, though this was not your intention.

[Madrigal]

I had a weird but short dream last night that I thought was kind of interesting. Normally I don't dream very much, but I slept well last night I guess.

Anyway, there are two parts to this dream which are not obviously linked together by any noticable timeframe. The dream took place in the house I live in (unaltered) with the same people, minus my youngest sister, and a girl which I have no idea who is. It was a sunny day.

The dream opens with the first girl of whom I have no idea who she is. In the real world, I would be looking out one of the front windows overlooking the yard, except the window was "gone" (there are shades in place, usually). The girl was standing there, emotionless, facing me, looking into my eyes, and then kills herself with a bullet to the throat. She falls backwards and out of view (there is a bush about 3 feet tall behind the window), and then instantly I was at the second part of the dream.

This part of the dream took place in my parents bedroom. I was standing in the doorway. Again, the dream was first person (I guess), so I never saw myself, just what was going on around me. My sister was standing in the corner adjacent to mine. My parents were both in bed talking. The room was brightly but evenly and warmly lit. My sister was talking to my parents, emotionless. Maybe even joking with them. She had no shirt on, but she wasn't naked, either. And then she pointed a gun at herself, just to the right of her chest (approximately where her heart is, I guess) and shot herself. Except she die. My parents had noticed, but were still talking (at my sister, too, even). They didn't take it seriously, I don't think. I don't remember what my sister was doing after she shot herself, except just standing there. You could clearly see a perfectly round bullet hole that was red, but no blood.

And then the dream ended, just like that.

It seems to me that you feel misunderstood and unrecognized by your family. In an effort to please them and gain acceptance, you feel there is something very frightening and maybe terrible (you feel it is terrible) about yourself that you must hide and suppress, both from yourself and from others. You are the only one that is aware of this pain.

[Madrigal]

Joft, the first string of dreams have repetitive themes:

- persecution
- artificial intelligence
- dancing

It seems to me like your family disapproves of the amount of time you spend online, you feel pressured to justify your lifestyle to them. Also, you feel that they are continuously attempting to invade your privacy. You choose to withdraw into the privacy of your own world and hope to shut them out.

Another type of pressure you feel you are being subjected to, is that of having sex, going out with women. Do you receive pressure from a brother, your father, or your friends, to have sex? All of the dancing in your dreams, where you are pressured to dance, making you feel inadequate and silly, I think that may express your fear towards addressing this aspect of your life. You feel as if you are under some tyrannical pressure by your peers, and you regard women as frightening and insensitive.

[Ka.avik]

There is somebody in your life that loves/has loved you, and that has decided she should now keep her distance
[....]
She is now concerned about her own healing process
Interesting. "she" is a coworker, and since there's a 20yr age gap, and she's married, there is obviously nothing going on b/w us. But, yes -- we've taken turns hurting each other. She is the only person I've met whom I had considered telling her "I consider you a friend" (INTP language is contextual, right? I tell everybody else she's my friend, but that means something very different in the first-person form).

but before it advanced that far, something has finally set up rather permanent looking barriers between us. And yes, I was feeling very distraught when I dreamt this....

[Madrigal]

Interesting. "she" is a coworker, and since there's a 20yr age gap, and she's married, there is obviously nothing going on b/w us. But, yes -- we've taken turns hurting each other. She is the only person I've met whom I had considered telling her "I consider you a friend" (INTP language is contextual, right? I tell everybody else she's my friend, but that means something very different in the first-person form).

but before it advanced that far, something has finally set up rather permanent looking barriers between us. And yes, I was feeling very distraught when I dreamt this....

Are you being mysterious on purpose? I mean, do you wish to tell me what those permanent barriers are? A baby, perhaps? Or just the marriage?

Or is it office related? I thought it was interesting that you described an 'ice-cream truck' that had been turned into an office.

So, basically, this has always been on a 'friendship' level, and never romantic? Hope you don't mind my asking.

I feared I'd get it all wrong after the avatar experience.
:)

[Madrigal]

Is she the one that is younger than you? She seemed to be the little girl behind the cage. The wounded dogs, in my opinion, seemed to represent all of the times she felt hurt by something you did. She was ignoring you, which led me to believe she is keeping her 'distance'. The way she was talking about healing them, made me believe that she is now concerned about protecting herself.

[Ka.avik]

Or is it office related? I thought it was interesting that you described an 'ice-cream truck' that had been turned into an office. That's nothing. A week ago I dreamt of an office converted to a sunken, haunted battleship of gargantuan proportions. My coworker & I were wandering around lost looking for the building mgr -- I could see moving corpses & mangled ghosts; she could only say it was a little cold...she didn't seem to see what I was seeing...



So, basically, this has always been on a 'friendship' level, and never romantic? Hope you don't mind my asking. Yes, friends only; no I don't mind, hope you don't mind my staying a little mysterious. ;)


I feared I'd get it all wrong after the avatar experience.
*snort* That's because you thought it was a horse. Text is a little harder to mis-identify.

I'll tell you something interesting...on rereading my dream, the janitor part sent me into tears. It seems like I want so badly to help everyone, and no one cares about my efforts. I would love to have a pack of injured dogs roam my lot. Yes, that makes no sense, but since my Fe is blurring my vision, I'm going to keep it vague so I don't say something stupid in front of everyone...

EDIT: nope, she's 50. I'm the younger one.

[Madrigal]

I'll tell you something interesting...on rereading my dream, the janitor part sent me into tears. It seems like I want so badly to help everyone, and no one cares about my efforts. I would love to have a pack of injured dogs roam my lot. Yes, that makes no sense, but since my Fe is blurring my vision, I'm going to keep it vague so I don't say something stupid in front of everyone...

I thought that as well when I read about the janitor. It did seem like a projection of yourself, where you are always the shoulder to cry on, but you don't believe anyone is really seeing you or appreciating you for who you are. I regret having left it out now. I don't know why I did. Maybe because the same thing happens to me.

Edit: I will consider that as my own freudian slip. If I 'forgot' to address one of the things that most struck me, it must be because of my own issues.

[Madrigal]

EDIT: nope, she's 50. I'm the younger one.

Yes, I looked at your profile after posting that, and thought, 'damn!'. :)

[placid_panic]

i had this dream the other day. i was walking on the sidewalk in the neighborhood i live in,going slightly uphill, when i realized i was dreaming. i thought 'if this is a dream, i should be able to...' and then i ran and jumped. i flew straight up, it felt incredible, but suddenly everything started to fade and i thought the dream might end, so i turned around to fly a little lower. i didn't want to land, just go a little lower so it wouldn't stop. when i turned around i saw the earth beneath me and there was something written on it. i can't remember what it said but it seemed terribly important at the time.

[Snowflake]

It seems to me that you feel misunderstood and unrecognized by your family. In an effort to please them and gain acceptance, you feel there is something very frightening and maybe terrible (you feel it is terrible) about yourself that you must hide and suppress, both from yourself and from others. You are the only one that is aware of this pain.

If I am, I don't know how I am.

[joft]

this is weird, about an hour and a half after I woke up, already had my breakfast and everything and didn't remember any of my dreams, I just remembered one (vaguely).

I was part of some army storming a castle, we had siege weapons and busted down some portions of the wall of the castle and getting in with little opposition; it seemed most of the castle's army didn't notice because they were on the other side of the castle. Instead of going through one of the holes I decided to go around to the side of the castle and it wasn't so clear whether I was one of the invaders or defenders anymore, but I somehow ended up on top of the roof of the garage of the castle(?) which was peaked like this /\ and there were 2 other people there who were on the enemy side (whichever that was) and I was unsuccessfully trying to convince them that I was on their side while avoiding their attempts to kill me by jumping around to opposite sides of the peak of the roof. I wasn't sure if I had to kill them or if they joined me, but the next thing I remember I was down inside the garage with 1 or 2 people helping me try to lock down the front and back garage doors and then come out of the side door and pull down some things behind us to block the side door so the garage would be sealed off with us outside of it, and the reason we were doing that was because we hid something or had to protect something that was in the garage and I think that it was a disguise or ninja outfit or something that would have endangered me if it was found because it would give away my identity or something.

another interesting thing; a coincidence, I was in a half-sleeping state slowly waking up and I knew that if I opened my eyes to look at my clock I wouldn't be able to see what time it was because it was dark, so I decided to envision my clock in my dreamy state and saw that it was 8:24. a few minutes later when I did get up and looked at the real clock, it was 8:30

[Chihbu]

last night i had a dream about sleep paralysis. it had actually happened to me a couple of month ago but this is the first time it happened in my dream. i was sleeping and then suddenly i felt strange. i tried to move but i couldn't so i'm my head i'm like "oh this again...". i move one of my toes to regain control of my body again and sit up (i can break out of my sleep paralysis if i concentrate on a toe move it...and then everything else comes back). i lay back down and it happens again all of a sudden. this happens about 5 times before i start getting scared.

the reason i get scared is because my top and bottom teeth aren't matching up. so i'm thinking something is taking over my body and fucking with my teeth. so to bite down hard at the right time to keep them from moving. not only that but i feel two points on my chest where pressure is being applied. so its like someone is seriously holding me down.

i break out of that spell then i go to my door and open it. but its not my apt (this i don't realize until i actually wake up). its a large living room type thing with corridors at every corner. in the corner furthest away from me, there is a red glow. i think i see a figure standing there. i shut the door and fall back on to futon/bed (i live in korea and i don't sleep on a bed). then as i'm laying there the door opens by itself and then i'm really scared. i cover my head with my blanket but there is a hole in it...but its not really a hole...its more of a long tunnel with a hole at the end. much like a long sleeve shirt. once i see this i realize i'm dreaming and i wake up.

sorry about it being so lengthy.

[Hexchild]

Both of these look like nightmares, but I wouldn't quite classify them as such because emotionally, there was no actual element of horror involved:

Nov 3: ..a malicious presence in the form of people (body snatcher? human looking aliens? a wicked sect?) was slowly infiltrating the city. It was concentrated around a specific spot but also drove around in police cars all over. I and a friend (undefined person) did something while trying to escape (do not remember what, but it was bad) and ended up at police station (other police, not currently part of evil being) where we had to explain our actions. I was nervous and secretive due to the nature of the danger, and therefore hardly believed. I had to tell them it's a matter of national security, which forced the interviewing policeman to take me seriously with some reluctance (he was being sarcastic about it; btw whether this actually works IRL I don't know) - at this point my friend apparently wasn't around anymore - and after this the policeman said I should have some water and then go to sleep. He fetched me a mug of water, which had a few weird elliptic or leave-shaped holes at the side of the bottom, and then left. I was suspicious, and almost certain there were cameras, so I drank the water without swallowing - it tasted funny - and went into another room to wash the mug, where I thought maybe he spit in it, and I cautiously released most of the water from my mouth into the sink while washing the mug (didn't want to be seen not following instructions) - around this point I noticed the holes in the mug were green leaf-like decorations, not holes - and then made sure that the sink was washed clean too, so they wouldn't see my saliva in there. Then the dream jumped into the future where I was riding in a car with a female cop (somewhat dark-skinned, friendly and with mongolid eyes, neither hot nor ugly) who was driving and a male cop (probably the same guy who interviewed me first, by now well-defined as caucasian and somewhat ugly looking, and still somewhat unfriendly) in the other front seat. I was instructing the driver where to go and what to avoid. Then I woke up.

Nov 11: After I had some sort of a quest (don't remember what) I went to sleep and as I woke up the world had changed into one that was sort of like a computer game where I had to avoid the ground where it turned reddish, because otherwise the beastly animals would get me. I was told so by some voice. I tried outrunning this weird trap and failed a few times, starting over each time with a slightly different setting around me. I finally realized I had to go for the bushes, where I was reasonably safe. Then the cars driving around (this used to be the animals) weren't as agressive as before and I could safely sneak across the streets occasionally. I still failed a few times and had to start over at a recent safe point. Someone - by now the world was populated with people and less like a computer game - then told me that I should try to get a decent vehicle (to avoid the dangerous ground changes and the people who would be out to get me for whatever reason). My quest then became finding one, but I was unable to get close to any of the cars being parked because the ones driving around would hit me. Eventually I came to a town (or whatever) where I asked around and someone advised me to talk to a specific person (who?) who could get me a vehicle, but I would have to prove that I have a brother. I said that would be no problem since I do have one. Then as I went on searching I found myself wondering how I would be able to prove such a thing (moments before I had taken for granted that I would). After some detective work (don't remember what exactly) I found the person I had been told about. He was some bearded guy, probably 40 or 50 years old. He asked me if I have a brother. I said I do. There was then some conversation about that (which I don't remember) and eventually we went to the sea shore. There was another guy tagging along. The bearded guy softly hummed some tune and the other guy chimed in hesitantly. I was surprised that the vehicle was apparently a boat. The humming was supposed to be heard across the sea so that the boat would know to arrive (how I knew this is unclear). I looked among my things for a way to play the song more loudly. This is where I woke up. By the way, the speech in this dream was in English for some odd reason.

[Jkrs]

Alright, I'll play.

I dreamt that I was a spy of some sort - one of the real 'grey person' types, that no-one notices. I had assumed the name Pritchart*, and lived with it long enough for it to be like my own. The government I was infiltrating belonged to a vaguely Stalinist dictator. Given to purges and whatnot. Somehow, after one such incident, I ended up heading the intelligence agency I was supposed to be spying on.

Time passed. I was careful to stay professionally friendly with the unnamed dictator. (I don't even know what he looked like, all I remember is a smear of 'revolutionary'-red uniform with gold braid. Oh, and brownish-black hair, cut short.) The higher-level government offices appear to have been in a bunker - lots of concrete and a definite sense of being underground.
At one point, we had a conversation next to the wall of one room. My viewpoint was outside of 'me', watching from behind some pipes bolted to the wall (which, logically, there shouldn't have been room for. That bothered me slightly, but wasn't enough to disturb the unfolding dream). The dictator hinted that he'd figured out I was someone elses' agent, and thought it was highly amusing. Apparently it was the most fun he'd had in years, and wanted to continue the game. That was a really, unpredictably crazy decision. Time to get out of Dodge. Last scene of the dream, I was successfully fleeing the country.


* My subconscious knows no copyright. The only person named Pritchart I'm aware of is a character in a series of books by David Weber. She's an ex-terrorist, "reformed" by regime change and moved gradually into a position of complete trust. The new government went sour within a matter of days, simply due to its circumstances, but hung on for years. Pritchart was aware of it and lied through her teeth to the people she worked for in an attempt to salvage something worthwhile from it.

[Also. Police-states are a recurring theme in my dreams.]

This should be interesting.

[Trystorp]

My favourite dream:

I am a tree. I can feel the insects crawling in my bark, the birds on my branches, the wind blowing through my leaves. I soak up the sunlight. I spend what seems like hours just aspirating and feeling the chill of liquid being drawn up through my roots. I watch my surroundings change with time and feel myself change with the seasons. I get a sense that years and years go by and then I find myself watching the animals around me. Eventually there is a fox beneath my branches and we go through the Aesop fable as he attempts to jump for the grapes in my branches and then gives up.

I love that dream - I've had it numerous times - the same each time. Sometimes the animals and the history that goes by is different but it always ends with the fox. My only other recurring dream is being chased by a sasquatch through the forest, into a lake, and then around and around on a houseboat. My second favourite dream was a singular experience involving riding a giant flying slug through the solar system, reins in hand, while having "The Planets" run through my head.

[distraction tactics]

I had a 'nightmare' last night.

I was house-sitting for my sister on a temporary period of a month with the deal that if I enjoyed the place, I could rent it indefinitely while they lived elsewhere.

It was going fine until it became clear to me a ghost was inhabiting the house. Sometimes I'd wake in the middle of the night and have to use the washroom, but as soon as I'd make it there all the lights would go off, and the ghost, though I couldn't see it, would appear. This didn't freak me out because I rationalized the situation and realized the ghost wasn't malicious. What can a ghost actually do?

However, after a few times of this, the ghost started becoming hostile. I began to see it - a 'her', and she would appear in the bathtub as a slit-wrist suicide victim... pale white, blood running down her arms and wrists, as well around her mouth. She had bulging eyes and blood caked around her mouth. Naked, she'd silently scream at me. Soon, she started trying to possess my body and that's when I declared war.

I got my ass-kicked though. But in spirit (dreams are weird that way).

So fearlessly, I decided to take matter sinto my own hands. The ghost's connection with the house was linked to a man who lived 'elsewhere'. I rounded up a few of my buddies, got a few assault rifles and piled into a jeep, much like a bunch of marines in patrolling to streets of Baghdad. We were going to hunt this bastard down and rid my house once and for all of the sexy, malicious, suicidal and evil ghost, but then a train roared by in real life and woke me up.

Damn trains.

Moral of the story - sometimes I'm insane.

[MacGuffin]

PLACE-HOLDER FOR CLASSIC STATUS

[Madrigal]

PLACE-HOLDER FOR CLASSIC STATUS

You really hate me, don't you? :maddyx:

[MacGuffin]

You really hate me, don't you? :maddyx:

People need to know you've been experimenting on them since the early days of the forum!

[Madrigal]

People need to know you've been experimenting on them since the early days of the forum!

It's okay, this thread almost redeems me from the other fiasco. :ph34r:

[C.J.Woolf]

It's okay, this thread almost redeems me from the other fiasco. :ph34r:
Almost.

[SalubriousBeing]

I had this dream last night..

I was delivering pizzas. I delivered to this customer who was kind of out of the area but somehow they weren't.

Afterwords I was backing up my vehicle but could't get it to stop and it just kept going backwards even though I was pressing on the brakes as hard as I could. Eventually it went over a curb with two metal wires sticking up that flattened my tires.

Anyways, somehow this girl I work with who I've been starting to develop feelings for was there. After conversing for a minute she and I began to head back to the store via the freeway (apparently my tires were ok now). As we were heading back two things were going on.
1) The traffic on the freeway was completely backed up, which was dangerous because cars kept coming at full speed before having to slam on their breaks in order to stop.
2) This girl that I kind of like were kind of flirting and being physical with eachother. She started touching me and I got an erection and told her and she said that it was weird and that I was like a girl.??? Anyways, we started kissing but the traffic was pretty dangerous and it was a distraction. Then the exit came up and I got off.

We went back to my place where I had to call the store to tell them that the freeway was too dangerous right now and we couldn't deliver on it. The person who answered the phone at Pizza Hut answered it like "What the fuck do you motherfuckers keep call here for? Would you like to try a ham and pineapple pizza today?" I asked them there name and they gave me a phony bogus name. Then I asked to talk to the manager and they just stood there in silence refusing to oblige. I then told them I was coming down there and got off the phone.

I preceded to head there by myself leaving the girl behind at my house with my mom. On the way to the store I noticed that traffic was still crazy! When I got to Pizza Hut they were just as busy as the traffic and the store manager didn't even have enough time to care about how someone answered the phone, she was too busy working her ass off taking care of all the orders. I told her that when it dies down she should listen to how the phone people take the orders. Then I woke up.

[augi55]

I had a dream the other night. The major things that stood out were the (reoccuring) doberman pincher by my side, and a snake.

First the doberman. www.Dreammoods.com says dogs represent intuition, loyalty, etc. In 90% of my dream anymore I will have some big dog next time. About half of those times they are doberman pinchers. I love this a lot, because I have come to find out ISTP is probably more like me, but INTP still works well with me. It's cool to always see this big dog (big intuition) by my side in dreams. Reassuring almost.

The snake is a different story. I still don't know what to make of it. It was a pretty big, purple, cobra-like snake. It's scales were a all a shiny purple and it was sitting between two of my best friends looking away from me. Now I went and tried to touch the snake, and when my hand came in contact with it's scales it went right through them. Like liquid almost. And I could move my hand freely around inside the back of the snakes head. It was still alive and facing the other way, but I was sticking my hand through it.

I don't know what to make of it. I've never seen a snake in my dreams before. And why could I stick my hand through it?

Dreams are so awesome ;)

[Limey]

I very rarely remember dreams (or dream at all?) - but when I do, more often than not, it's similar to Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. I'm either reliving a memory and there's extra detail that my conscious mind cannot readily access, or there are people that don't belong in the place that I'm with them at, or something technically wrong, e.g. I'm driving a car in England and the wheel is now on the wrong side, or someone I knew there is with me here.
It's like subjective data corruption and entropy, short circuits akin to deja vu "sector not found" errors, which is why I don't place much stock in dream analysis and call Freud out as a bounder.

[joft]

I had this dream last night..

I was delivering pizzas.

shit, if I start having dreams about delivering pizza again I'm quitting.

I delivered pizza for this mom & pop place here in Connecticut a few years ago and it was a pretty sweet job. Then I delivered pizza for Papa John's in Michigan and I hated it. I still ended up working there for a year, but then I didn't deliver pizza for like 1.7 years. now I'm back at the same mom & pop place in CT since the beginning of June.

does it absolutely suck to work for pizza hut? I assume it absolutely sucks to work for any chain.

[SalubriousBeing]

shit, if I start having dreams about delivering pizza again I'm quitting.

I delivered pizza for this mom & pop place here in Connecticut a few years ago and it was a pretty sweet job. Then I delivered pizza for Papa John's in Michigan and I hated it. I still ended up working there for a year, but then I didn't deliver pizza for like 1.7 years. now I'm back at the same mom & pop place in CT since the beginning of June.

does it absolutely suck to work for pizza hut? I assume it absolutely sucks to work for any chain.

Yes it does absolutely suck, I've worked there nine and a half years. I know, pathetic. I used to think it was the best job in the world but at the age of 30 I've definitely grown out of it. Now I use it as a tool to get me through school. Coincedentally, I also work in Michigan.

[surrealist]

I had the weirdest bunch of dreams last night, I only remember bits and parts of each though...not enough to put together a coherent story. One of them had me all of a sudden sitting at a football game next to some random broad with my hands down her mini-skirt feeling her cooch - she was not wearing any panties and it was getting real wet down there...I remember that distinctly, I don't remember looking at her face, she probably didn't have one.

My dreams are surreal, they make absolutely no sense but are picturesque...in another dream I was in a valley\low point deep in some mountain range, a very unspoilt place, very green, crystal clear water, even the fish were pretty...I think I got eaten by a beautiful rainbow colored piranha in that one. I had a few others but I can't seem to remember them right now.

[Digital Future]

I don’t often have dreams. But I had this really strange one last night. I’ve been debating whether to post it in case it means something really bad…but at the same time I’m curious.

Ok so I start off the dream inside a flat. I’m some sort of therapist taking a client back into their past and making them imagine it was better. For some reason I bring some dogs into the room, and get the client to stroke them whilst still in hypnosis.

My session with a client is then interrupted by someone at the door. I go to the door to answer and some of the dogs slip past me and run outside. I go outside to try and catch them and find myself inside a nasty block of flats. The dogs have run too far away and I can only catch one. I put him back inside and go after the others. As I’m running I bump into a clothes line and quickly grab it so it doesn’t fall over.

This clothes line is part of a large structure of several other clothes lines that meet in the middle. If this one goes down they are all fall so I keep hold of it. Suddenly people start to appear around me and I ask someone else to hold it while I get help. Eventually one bystander steps forward and holds it for me.

I then run off to find some help and get directed to a kiosk where the janitor is stationed. I walk up to the kiosk and start explaining what happened and if he can help. He starts getting abusive towards me and I kick off and get in his face and start grabbing him. Somehow I end up pulling a cigarette pack out of his pocket and weed and rizzla fall out. I start yelling at shouting that he does drugs so he could get fired.

As I walk away from the kiosk, another bystander is watching me. However this one has a face made of nails.

I keep walking and suddenly find myself in the hallway of a nightclub. I vaguely recognise the face of someone that is near to me…as in I have seen him around with another group of guys. He then swips at me with his keyring. I step away and give him a funny look.

Another one of his friends suddenly appears right in front of me and starts to pull out a Stanley knife. I then realised it wasn’t a keyring that the other guy swipped with…it was another knife.

I start backing away thinking Shit! What the fuck! The second guy lunges at me and I manage to grab his arm and twist it around so I’m using his knife against the first guy. I then find myself backing up even further and end up inside an empty lift. A third guy appears inside the lift…again with another Stanley knife.

I notice there are people stood outside the lift looking in but everyone is too scared too do anything. The lift doors start to shut and I realise I’m not coming back out of that lift.

Then I woke up thinking WTF was that about!

Please interpret my nasty dream/nightmare.

[mastero]

Three nights ago I had a dream about a girl whom I have known for a long time and who isn't my girlfriend (I have one). I helped her out, then we hugged, then we were pretty much dry humping in a romantic way. Woke up with a strong feeling that was not there the day before.

Two nights ago I dreamt about the same girl, this time a long story, we were spending time together with some other people, and all the time I got the feeling that I couldn't quite be the person I wanted in relation to her.

Last night I dreamt about the same girl. I left my house and drove far to a place where she is now (I went there because I had dreamt about her). She met me there and we talked and had a great time. I felt better about myself this time.



Dreams seem almost the only thing that provokes strong, lasting feelings in me. Feelings that I use as grounds for some decisions. These can change overnight, and have done so several times before.

[augi55]

Yes it does absolutely suck, I've worked there nine and a half years. I know, pathetic. I used to think it was the best job in the world but at the age of 30 I've definitely grown out of it. Now I use it as a tool to get me through school. Coincedentally, I also work in Michigan.

That's fucked up.


Dreams seem almost the only thing that provokes strong, lasting feelings in me. Feelings that I use as grounds for some decisions. These can change overnight, and have done so several times before.

:yes: Me too. Sounds to me like you may be losing connection with this person who means a lot to you and your subconscious wants to get that friendship going again.

[**life is...**]

Three nights ago I had a dream about a girl whom I have known for a long time and who isn't my girlfriend (I have one). I helped her out, then we hugged, then we were pretty much dry humping in a romantic way. Woke up with a strong feeling that was not there the day before.

Two nights ago I dreamt about the same girl, this time a long story, we were spending time together with some other people, and all the time I got the feeling that I couldn't quite be the person I wanted in relation to her.

Last night I dreamt about the same girl. I left my house and drove far to a place where she is now (I went there because I had dreamt about her). She met me there and we talked and had a great time. I felt better about myself this time.



Dreams seem almost the only thing that provokes strong, lasting feelings in me. Feelings that I use as grounds for some decisions. These can change overnight, and have done so several times before.

I saw a girl I used to know, and she had cut her hair to a boy's length. She seemed to be embarrassed of something so she kept her distance. It was a very short and very real scene.

Left me longing to talk to her again.

[ryan_m_parr]

I saw a girl I used to know, and she had cut her hair to a boy's length. She seemed to be embarrassed of something so she kept her distance. It was a very short and very real scene.

Left me longing to talk to her again.

Was she having a nervous breakdown, and suffered from OCD? If they inflict harm on themselves and feel inadequate, obsessive hair cutting might have been the reason, whether or not she was embarrassed due in part from the hair cutting. People hide behind a vulnerable shell and castrate themselves because they never want to break it; much like Humpty Dumpty.

[**life is...**]

Was she having a nervous breakdown, and suffered from OCD? If they inflict harm on themselves and feel inadequate, obsessive hair cutting might have been the reason, whether or not she was embarrassed due in part from the hair cutting. People hide behind a vulnerable shell and castrate themselves because they never want to break it; much like Humpty Dumpty.

Actually she was quite neurotic. That's very interesting that I would dream of that without ever knowing of people doing such a thing. Intuition is a strange thing I guess.

[ApeTheDog]

I have never had a single nightmare in my entire life, Madrigal. What does that mean?

[md5fungi]

Woke up with a strong feeling that was not there the day before.


I believe it's called an "erection."

[Jynweythek]

I believe it's called an "erection."

And I know just the treatment!


Bend over.

[Qfwfq]

I have never had a single nightmare in my entire life, Madrigal. What does that mean?


:huh: wtf... your life must be so filled with joy.

[mastero]

I have never had a single nightmare in my entire life, Madrigal. What does that mean?

Not suprisingly, nightmares are related to stress and feelings of insecurity. I don't have them anymore, but I had lots as a child.

[Rambln]

Been dreaming about death for a while, death and unobtainable desires

[dtachh]

after rolling pretty hard and drinking the other night, i had the craziest collection of dreams. well i either remembered all the dreams i had or i had like a million dreams.


but its like my mind unleashed all its subconcious in one night. it was pretty trippy, i wish i wouldve remembered more of the dreams, it was very insightful.

[The0blivious]

The scenario is unclear, but for some reason I'm unable or I choose not to live at my own house. Instead I'm at the house of a girl I've recently met
living with her family (who incidentally I never see in the dream, instead of her mom I envision her to be
one of my friend's mom). I've just woken up, and gone into the kitchen, for some reason there are about 5-8 ovens lined up above
the stove in the kitchen and they are almost always in use at all parts of the dream. There is a newspaper machine
in the kitchen as well. The ovens are filled with all the ingredients to bake a cake, but only one ingredient in
each oven. She is standing at the fridge trying to decide what to have for breakfast. I knew what I wanted, but I
had to wait for an oven to be open. An oven becomes available and I go and try to find an oven mitt, there are none
She comes up opens the oven and pulls out the tray that was in there, I forget what was in the oven. I say something
about her grabbing hot metal trays, then put my food in the oven. She is standing near the stove, and has decided
what to eat, she grabs a square skillet, which was on flame, and is actually conscious of the fact that she was
holding something hot. She puts it down quickly. Then we jump to after breakfast. We're sitting at a folding table,
in which I now recognize to be in an apartment I used to live in she walks into the kitchen and gets a paper.
She comes back, sits down and starts to read it. I try to shoulder skim, I read most of it before she turns the
page, then she begins to skim faster, and faster as she goes through the whole paper. She reaches the end more than
once, each time going faster, the newspaper physically doesn't seem effected by the violent page turning and looks
as if it just came out of the machine. At this point I realize she's reading the New York Times, and was taken
by surprise that she would read a liberal paper. I then stand up to get a copy of USA Today from the kitchen. She
follows me into the kitchen. I begin to take notice of the new array of things in the oven, there is a huge clear
plastic cup with soda and ice bouncing around in it, as if there were no gravity. A salt and pepper grinder in
separate ovens. I ask her what her mom is making, and she laughs and the dream ends.


I apologize for lack of structure and editing, I just copy-pasted this from my dream journal. Also it's very lengthy and rambling for this too I also apologize. Feel free to go ahead and take a stab.

[Anonymous]

I was an FBI... agent? I was helping a woman and her baby, it looked like I was giving them medical aid or something (cause that's what the FBI does). There was a translucent white curtain behind them. As I was joking with the woman, she suddenly stopped talking, and when I looked up, she was having convulsions and her eyes were fixed straight ahead with a blank look. There was some man behind the curtain with a medallion-like thing fixed to her head, fucking with her memory or something. His face and head were completely covered with some sort of black mask with yellow designs on it. All I remember is knowing that I'd seen him before, and knew what he was doing, and knew that he was getting away with it (that I wouldn't catch him), and feeling immense frustration and anger. It woke me up.

[Martavious]

In my dreams I am constantly debating with myself what will happen next, actively cogitating the direction that they will take, and many times, I wake up only remembering the most recent decision I have made e.g. To wake up, or perform an activity which shapes the direction of my dream, and rarely ever specific details of the dream.

[Melody]

I have never had a single nightmare in my entire life, Madrigal. What does that mean?lol same. and sometimes it seems like my unconscious is grabbing at straws trying to find something nightmarish. about the scariest things are combat dreams but they aren't really scary just exciting cuz i'm the one going around shooting all the bad guys and jumping off cars and shit. hell yea

actually there have been a handful of instances where my dream could have devolved into scaridom but i suppressed it. like one time a creepy looking kid with one eye much larger than the other appeared, but i more or less said "NOO" and waited it out for a couple seconds and the kid and the atmosphere turned normal. in another dream a creepy old lady and man who were something like extradimensional beings thought they could do something to me but i grabbed a stick from somewhere and beat them down and forced their essences into a stack of books. this was similar to the big-eyed boy scenario in that the dream was trying to resist my will... but perhaps for the sake of consistency my dream relented. not many options available to extradimensional beings stuck in the bodies of creepy old people being intentfully beaten on with a stick

in both those cases though i could feel something trying to take over. the chaos of fear perhaps. it must be what takes over people in nightmares

[porcupine]

I was having a nightmare where I was drowning, and I was partially awake. I tried to keep myself asleep by telling myself "Don't wake up", but it didn't work.

I have also had a dream where I was running through my backyard barefoot, when I step on a sand bur and tear a chunk of flesh out of my toe. The next thing I know, I'm sitting on the ground chewing on said chunk of flesh.

[Corbin]

I don't ever reach climax in sex dreams. halp =[

[Schrodinger's Cat]

I came into a lucid state in a dream I just woke up. When I was dreaming, I assked a cashier to give me a phone number, and it was something like 301-421-94xx. The 301 is the only one I know for sure. She was quite a looker, so if you're real desperate you can try a hundred numbers for that last one (from 00 to 99). I can't guarantee any positive results though.

[Faust06]

My dreams are boring these days, but I still like them. If I remember enough of them, they're messed up enough to be entertaining.

Almost every single one of my dreams is like some kind of adventure. I'm trying to find something, explore something, or escape something, and fight something along the way. And it's never in some kind of otherwordly setting. Take a page out of a broken Murakami novel and that's how it feels like sometimes.

Speaking of which, I finished the Wind-Up Bird Chronicle about a month back and it's amazing. Had read HBWATEOTW prior.

[The Real]

Why do I have recurring dreams of zombies? And a period of dreaming about tornados? Lastnight, I dreamt I was almost about to have sex with Lucie from x factor, but having a girlfriend my morals came into play and it never quite happened. BLAST!

[UniversalMagnetism]

I had a weird dream. I was in a Hellish underground maze of land surrounded by lava and underground tunnels and Hellish monsters were appearing before me. I could either run away and jump across close spots of land to make them disappear and remain stuck in that maze for more monsters to appear or confront them and go up higher into another maze. I confronted some and ran from others...and then I woke up.

[Ill eagle]

funny that this thread comes up.
last night I dreamt I was in the upstairs section of a warehouse about to enter a room when a mysterious companion warns me that I should equip with weapons before entering the doorway. There was an shelf with boxes and boxes of old school scissors, the orange kind with small finger holes and a dull blade. For some reason we were going up against these crazy 8 ft monster zombies walking around in destroyed restroom, I remember thinking that it was impossible to fight them off, and so I ran out of the doorway, then I remember thinking, where will I run to? Why the f*** am I in a warehouse? Can't remember the rest damnit!

[Scarecrow]

I came into a lucid state in a dream I just woke up. When I was dreaming, I assked a cashier to give me a phone number, and it was something like 301-421-94xx. The 301 is the only one I know for sure. She was quite a looker, so if you're real desperate you can try a hundred numbers for that last one (from 00 to 99). I can't guarantee any positive results though.

I had a similar dream in which Bob Dylan gave me his card. Unfortunately I could only remember half of the number. Fail...

[K9Lawliet]

My dreams are turning into video games. This time I'm playing a first person shooter called Halo 3 and at first I'm running around killing aliens and stuff.

Then I find myself in a corridor with 3 hot girls, and each one gives me a lapdance before I beat them down the same way you would do in Halo 3. At the end of the corridor I open a door to find myself in a men's club. By that I mean more hot girls and strippers everywhere.

Ok now the interesting part. The Head of Biology, Barry comes in and tells us, 'If you're gonna stay in this room then you're gonna have to keep it down'. The exact same thing he said on my biology trip when us boys went into the girls bedroom late at night. Explain that.

After that the most amazing thing happened. This girls hid under beds and in cupboards and stuff. I went to find them to tell them to come out. It was really dark under one of the beds. I crawled in, reached out and felt someones wrist. A girl was there. She kissed me.

Now in real life I've only been kissed once, and it was actually a peck on the lips, that was all it was. The kiss felt so realistic. Better than any kiss I've ever had, even the one in real life.

I woke up and immediately thought. Who was that girl? She was the last girl I liked, my psychology teacher, probably the prettiest girl I've ever seen in real life. The day before this dream I remember bumping into her on the stairs. This is hard to explain but because I was higher up on the stairs, she looked up at me like she was right next to me and was about to kiss me (if it helps, shes shorter than me). Once she said hello (my name) and then smiled at me. She's so pretty when she smiles.

[tranquilbanana]

I often have dreams where I"m in an elevator whose cables are suddenly inexistant and it's flying down the shaft. Oddly enough, in every single one, I just hit the ground and get up and walk outside.. It never ends when I hit the ground and I never die, it only ends after I get out, and sometimes not even then. It can be in many different locations. It's happened like 6 times in the past year.

[Yummy]

I had a dream about vampires. The head honcho was trying to bite me, but I had bathed in garlic. I was also eating some garlic and cooking some kind of a garlic "soup" in a pot. He kept coming closer, only to recoil from the stench of garlic.

:sadbanana:

[The Real]

^ I'll be dreaming of you if thats your face in your avy. ; )

[StarNips]

:ph34r:

I'll take reasons to never post a pic for $400, Alex?

[hitomirou]

^ I'll be dreaming of you if thats your face in your avy. ; )

Same here. ;)

[gator]

I was standing in a field of waist-high grass that sloped gently into the ocean. It was sunny and there was a bit of a breeze coming off the water. There were people walking in slow motion toward the ocean. They were wearing very light, airy garments that floated on the air and scarves or veils that trailed in the air behind them.

The scene shifted and I was in a room standing beside a piano. It was the kind of room you'd find at a hotel or convention centre for banquets and functions. There was a small crowd of people at the other side of it and they didn't seem to notice me.

I saw some coins scattered on the floor about 20 feet away from me and I began to crawl toward them. The carpet was blue. The pile was very short - like you'd find in a store or a hotel lobby. It was very threadbare in parts so you could see the floor underneath.

It shifted back to the people in the field. They kept walking in slow motion. Then it went back to me crawling along the floor. I reached the coins and began picking them up.

It shifted back to the field. The people were descending slowly into the ocean.

[master student]

Well I'll just throw a couple of dreams out there.

One time I was dreaming that I was solving some kind of equation and I was incredibly excited. I knew that whatever I was doing was groundbreaking but I woke up before I could finish it. I never completely finish anything so I guess that isn't a surprise.

I remember having a dream when I was in my single digits which involved people getting their feet cut off. Well they were kind of cut off, they stayed around and wiggled around. It looked almost as if the legs were playdough. I was running away from everyone including my own family because once you got your feet cut off then you did it to other people. In the end I was climbing up the inside of this fenced cage and I was completely surrounded.

[Kurai]

I had a dream last night that I was in my parents bed, in their bedroom with a guy (name shall remain nameless) we were both naked but we weren't having sex, just kinda cuddling and kissing a bit, more like pecks here and there, fluffy shit. Well my mom walks in and starts yelling a storm and I try to tell her calmly that we did not have sex. Really weird dream. And the thing is that it's the first dream i've had with that particular boy in it.

[TheNilesEdge]

---

Thanks for the wicked imagery. You made me haw haw. :rofl:

[shadow1986]

There was pretty thick snow. But it all started outside anyway. WE tied up a sled to the back of a big plower. Problem was the ground was icey, and so the thing drifted along the ice. It was controlled and slow drifting though, moving out of the forest and onto the road at about a joggers pace. It was fine, all part of the fun...


And so I was lying down and moving on the big sled, along the long empty roads. The rest of them kept up... running, walking, throwing stones, flaying sticks, breaking things....

Then there was these small structures made up of concrete blocks. maybe about 30mx30m big.Each one was unlit and dark, but it was worth getting off the sled and looking into. So we looked into them.

Each one was like a simple mini maze. The type that stump 6 year olds. Or a grown moron. It was really dark and we had no light source or widows. But in the middle of the maze, was the cheese. And the cheese was a room with a door. You could only see the door, but on top was a grill and from the grill you could guess what was inside.

From the grill came a bright orange glow. It was warm. Probably a fireplace inside. BUt the music... there's someone playing music inside... always.

The first one struck a beautiful guitar chord. I could hear these rough, torn, empty vocals that perfectly contrasted the musician's plucking and strumming... But they weren't there. The only thing that was real was the plucking guitar. The strumming and the voice was in my head. I jumped up close to the grill and told whoever it was inside that they really sucked. But it was so beautiful.

AFter we left the first concrete block, the plow had moved on into the distance, still dragging the sled behind it. But it was starting to snow heavily, it was getting windy, and it was getting reallycold. It was good weather.

So we walked in the thick weather, and came to the second block. It was getting dark, and the weather was starting to get even thicker and was becoming a nuisance, so the structure was worth entering. This block was similiar to the first, but there was no bright light or door. Just the purest of darkness and a musician in the centre. You could only see his hands, in white gloves.

A beautiful piano melody.

[shadow1986]

i think madrigal's just given up on us.






failz...

[Infinityvers]

Week ago I had a dream were a dark skinned man was working in the woods or in a forest were he was surrounded by tall trees and rocks. In the dream there were many wolves who seemed to be in that place, relaxing and playing while their presence didn't seem to bother the man or his presence was bothering the wolves.

At one moment a dog appeared at the top of a rock and his presence did seem to indicate some danger. At this moment the wolves were out of the dream while the man hastily moved into a tractor, closed the side and the back windows and stared frightened through the back window.

Suddenly, the dog jumped from the rock and down in the direction of the tractor were the man stood inside seemingly frightened. When the dog hit the back window without smashing it, he bounced back. But suddenly he wasn't on his way down just to the ground, but from the skies, miles above the surface from where the high trees just looked like small dots.

While dreaming this it seemed the dog was facing a deathly crush.

[shadow1986]

It's okay, this thread almost redeems me from the other fiasco. :ph34r:

Madrigal... pls come back and read and post in this thread...............









































































































i know where u live

[Angry_Groceries]

I love my dreams, they let me

1. Express creativity
2. Let me be with someone I've loved and lost
3. I usually problem-solve and come to a conclusion about anything I've been thinking about for more than an hour inside of a dream...

Examples:
1. I had a dream last night that I was driving through some hills full of the most beautiful and vivid flowers I've ever seen, and I remember it vividly too. If only I could draw.

I often have dreams of music that is entirely my own, I'm working to get better on that so that someday I will fully be able to express what I dream.

2. I know my love's responses to everything that I can pretty much consult and talk to her in my dream that it actually lets me stay away like I have to...

3. One of my most memorable examples of this was actually from a videogame called Luxor (I think that's the name), I could never figure out how to get chains of points and then one night I dreamed about it, I woke up and went straight to that game and what I dreamed had worked.

[Karl]

I had a dream involving Madrigal.

[kali]

Last night I picked an assortment of vegetables and meat from a jagged wound in my right calf.

[Anonymous]

Last night I picked an assortment of vegetables and meat from a jagged wound in my right calf.

It probably means that your maternal instincts are telling you to have a child.

(I'll be taking the place of Madrigal now that she's abandoned this thread)

[MacGuffin]

I dreamed I was a member of a student organization that split into two factions: the Reds and the Blues. I don't know what the dispute was about, but I was a member of the Blues. Things got so bad we geared up and raided their HQ, a few rooms within a building at whatever university/school I was at. We had guns and everything. We had to stop them from doing something, but that something is unknown to me.

I blame Madrigal and Anonymous for this dream.

[Qfwfq]

I actually had a couple members in my dream last night(Qualia and YHWH, among others). We were vampires, and broke into a hospital to drink out of blood bags. I found it odd because I don't really watch vampire movies.

[starla]

I bet its about your wife. (edit: that was directed at MacGuffin)

I dreamt last night that it was raining, and when I hopped on a chair to look at my roof, it was covered with leaves and the gutters were all clogged and full of crap. I was really annoyed because I just paid a guy $50 to clean my gutters and blow the leaves off my roof (that was both IRL and in the dream, BTW - they paying part, not the part where he didn't actually do it). I went back inside to find that part of the ceiling had been cut away, exposing the heating ducts. My parents informed me that they had to cut it out because it was soaked from a leak in the roof, and that the carpet was ruined as well. We pulled up the carpet with ease to find hardwood floors underneath, which I was thrilled about until I realized it was just some kind of cheap padding that was made to look like hardwood floors. Then I pulled that up to reveal real hardwood floors and I was happy again. IRL, I have hardwood floors everywhere except two bathrooms which are tile; no carpet. Water damage to my house is a recurring nightmare that I've been having since I bought it.

[manza]

I had a dream that I was sixteen again and my mother was oppressing me again. I was trying to date my boyfriend and was being kept away from him. I kept thinkiing, "wait, I thought that I was older? how old am I? I'm sixteen." She was also preventing me from leaving the house, seeing anyone, doing anything - just clutching me in her grasp and dictating my every movement. It was pretty horrible.

[shadow1986]

I dreamed I was a member of a student organization that split into two factions: the Reds and the Blues. I don't know what the dispute was about, but I was a member of the Blues. Things got so bad we geared up and raided their HQ, a few rooms within a building at whatever university/school I was at. We had guns and everything. We had to stop them from doing something, but that something is unknown to me.

I blame Madrigal and Anonymous for this dream.

Oh that's easy...


its about being part of the bloods and the cryps...







can someone move onto my dream now? it's bugging me.

[kali]

Dad charged at me, attempting to pinch my thighs with yellow-handled pliers. Then he lifted me up and attempted to rape me. I couldn't scream and suddenly realised I was dreaming, and woke up.

[Esterbrook]

Billy Connolly (comedian) was giving me lessons in how to be funny but I wouldn't pay attention. Then I killed several family members and bruied them under the front lawn, but they popped out of the graves as zombies.

[RedDeath9]

They were rather sexual from what I remember. I should start keeping a dream journal, because dreams are awesome.

[Madrigal]

I dreamed I was a member of a student organization that split into two factions: the Reds and the Blues. I don't know what the dispute was about, but I was a member of the Blues. Things got so bad we geared up and raided their HQ, a few rooms within a building at whatever university/school I was at. We had guns and everything. We had to stop them from doing something, but that something is unknown to me.

I blame Madrigal and Anonymous for this dream.

:grin:

You were on the right then - who won? Did you stop the red team from whatever it is they were trying to do?

[MacGuffin]

:grin:

You were on the right then - who won? Did you stop the red team from whatever it is they were trying to do?

I'm pretty sure we stopped them, but it seemed like a big overreaction on our part.

[attila_the_hunny]

I had a sex dream that involved Bob Saget. This is a gaping hole into my psyche.

[gator]

I had a dream that I woke up in my bed wrapped around a guy I only really know on the internet and it was all comfy and nice but then he took a huge breath in with my head on his chest and said in a really low, booming voice: "HOOOOOOMMMMMM!"

And then I woke up.

My only explanation for this is that my sister and I were playing cards about a month ago and for no particular reason I called out "HOOOOOOOMMMMM!" and her eyes widened and she got really excited because it was a random noise out of a kids book that we both read when we were really little. The only problem was that we couldn't remember what the book was called or really what it was about.

We spent a lot of time trying to google it and remembering little things, like the font that the writing was in or that most of the pages had blue backgrounds. We asked our parents but they weren't all that helpful and kind of lamented the fact that they have such bizarre children.

[Infinityvers]

Few days back I dreamt rather bizarre dream.

In the dream I was standing near a mountain, that is to say I was at least viewing it, from a near distance.

Suddenly, a hole opened in the mountain where I stood and a human being who didn't seem to have any clothes on, came speeding through it, enclosed in some kind of a transparent plastic like material.

The mountain seemed to be located in the country where I live, an island in the northern part of the North Atlantic ocean, as when dreaming this, I was informed that tunnels are stretching from it, and if I try to tell it correctly according to the dream, they were as long as a continent.

[kali]

22/03/10

Truly horrible

I remember being on the back of a bus, being held hostage by my dad. With me were my mum and my brother. I was scared shitless for some reason and my dad amputated both my feet while I screamed. Soon thereafter he went for my left hand. So I was thinking "WTF WHY ME" and less so "DAMN DAD, YOU SCARY"

I could still walk for some reason despite having no feet.

CUT SCENE to a cliff-ridden and mountainous terrain, with plenty of trees. Me and my family travelled there because they wanted to camp out on the beach and slowly eat me alive, and my dad wanted to "suck out my blood". I felt angry and helpless.

I desperately begged my mum to stop my raving dad, but she gave me one maternal flick of a grimace and didn't reply (she never replies to my queries in IRL anyway). My brother seemed perfectly fine with it.

So we're halfway to the beach and I said "go on without me" and they did, while I sought out to devise a plan. I couldn't escape, so I decided to incriminate my father in a lengthy suicide note, and then jump off the nearest cliff. In this dream I finally got to experience the mindset in which suicide was a totally viable option. It was disheartening.

But then I thought - what if this simgle suicide note (in which I would outline the time my dad molested me even while I was on my period) was not enough evidence to incriminate my dad? That means he WON'T be in jail and he might take his anger out on my mum and brother, which I really did not want.

So I just sent a text message "I LOVE YOU GUYS" to all my closest friends, and then went hunting for a nice, tall cliff. I woke up from the sound of my phone vibrating, a friend was calling me.

[Katzchen]

I dreamt I was swimming in the ocean with my cousin and suddenly I ran into a really hard thing that felt like a bone, and it was stuck in place like it was connected to a bunch of other bones. I got really creeped out and tried to swim around it to the shore as soon as possible, and when I turned around a massive human skeleton was washing up on shore. It must have been like 10-12 feet tall and very broad and dense. Everybody on the beach crowded around it to investigate but I stayed back because I thought it was creepy as fuck.

Also it was like that weird half-day half-night time when everything's cloudy and gray and it seems like there's no sun in the sky.

[gregkdc]

I dreamt I was talking to an old Masai warrior that had to be at least 8 months pregnant. I don’t remember the content of the conversation only what transpired during the conversation. While I was talking to him I noticed that he had twisted up his belly button and was holding it shut with a bamboo skewer. The skewer looked extremely painful and was oozing blood. During our conversation he nonchalantly removed the skewer, untwisted his belly and pulled out a fetus. I was mortified to see him grab a handful of red fat and rub it all over the fetus and the umbilical cord. I knew that the fetus would probably die form infection, and it already looked quite ill. After applying the fat the warrior then placed the fetus back inside his abdomen, twisted up his belly and skewered it shut. All the while I kept saying to my self it is their custom don’t get mad.

I am pretty sure the pregnant Masai warrior represents conflicting subconscious views I have of the origin of humanity. I was raised Mormon so I was always taught God is male, but now I believe in evolution so I think the fact he is African represent the origin of man, but the rest of it I don’t understand.

[gator]

I was wandering around with some translucent people - maybe ghosts, maybe holograms. You could pass your hand through them and they could walk through walls. They all wanted to be real people again, so we were trying to find a way to bring them back. Finally we found a forcefield or a portal or something that could enable them to become whole people again.

The first guy walked through and tested it out. When he saw that he was alive and real again, he was really happy. But then suddenly he pulled out a knife and reached back through the portal to stab one of the other guys in the foot. Everyone was shocked for a moment and then suddenly we realized that the wound on the guy's foot had started to bleed - the guy had come back to life!

Suddenly I realized that these translucent people who I thought were friends, and who I'd been best pals with for the whole dream were only trying to come back to life so that they could kill each other.

The next part was kind of bloody as they all hacked each other to bits.

In the end, the last remaining guy was the one who had crossed through the portal first. He kept me naked in an empty room as a sex slave. The room was very disorienting because there was no natural light and the lights would turn on and off at random. I was very afraid of him because he would come in at random times, throw a blanket over my head and then rape me.

It was a very unpleasant dream.

[Qfwfq]

I dreamt I was on a space shuttle with my family and we were hurdling through space. I was making repairs on the craft, which was apparently fabricated with Lego or some cheap plastic, and we must have been traveling a few light-years because I could see star pixels flying by me. It culminated with me sharing an ice cream cone with Widget, my blond long-haired chihuahua back home. He was also on the shuttle with us.

[Yummy]

Last night I had a dream that I was a contestant on America's Next Top Model. Of course, I was the shortest of all the contestants and thought it was odd because I'm a 1/2inch off of the height requirement. Anyway, when it came time to introduce me to the crowd, they all cheered super duper loud for me. It shocked the shit out of me because they didn't cheer so loud for the others. The judges said I was super cute and would have to work harder because I was so short. Then I started calculating my odds of winning the competition and thought "I think I can make it into the top 5".

o.O

[Spookygray]

2 Dreams Last Night:

I took an airplane to India without prior planning or research...

Bigfoot abducted me while I was helping teach a group of cub scouts the bowline knot...

[Oso Mocoso]

Well, I am running a fever right now, but I had a very vivid and interesting dream last night.

I dreamed that for some reason I was attempting to work out a system by which I would be able to teach cats how to farm. My premise was that cats could tend to food crops eaten by mice which the cats would breed and raise as livestock.

My plan worked wonderfully in theory, but I was frustrated by my inability to get the cats to cooperate in carrying it out. I would explain it to them, but they would just look puzzled and wander off.

Even in theory, I had trouble figuring out how a cat or team of cats could operate a John Deere tractor. My wife told me that I was talking in my sleep and tossing and turning saying "How would the cat work the pedals?"

The whole thing was pretty weird.

[Qfwfq]

These dreams are all very telling (and equally hilarious).

[Eye-In-TiPi]

I had a strange dream the other night. In the dream, I was making out with my wife, but it was the dream version of my wife. She looked mostly like my wife, but her hair was shorter and she had huge boobs. At some point, I turned around and saw the RL version of my wife standing there with a pissed-off look on her face. I couldn't understand why she'd be angry. I said "Babe, don't you know that this is just the dream version of you?" She calmed down and I introduced them. We found the whole situation very funny and started to have a conversation about the differences between the real world and the dream world. I asked the dream version of my wife if she had the same name as my real wife and she said "No. I'm an actress. I just play the role of your wife in your dreams. My real name is Kim." My wife's name isn't Kim. I started to wonder if what was going on would be considered a lucid dream and then I woke up.

[gator]

My roommate was very sick and was laying on the couch because she couldn't get up. I was worried about her. I kept getting phone calls from a woman that was going to take her away. I don't know who this was, but I don't think it was someone from her family.

My roommate was getting worse so I called the woman to see when she would arrive. She said she was on the monorail. The monorail? I asked. Like in Seattle? She wasn't even close! I was annoyed with her.

Then I sat down and turned on the TV and all the commercials were for yeast infection remedies.

[Mercurial]

A couple nights ago, I found myself behind the counter of the pawn shop in Pulp Fiction, looking around for the right size screwdriver to take apart the stubby chainsaw Butch picked up in the movie. I had never seen a chainsaw with such a small blade (or in such bad condition) before that film and the thing still makes my brain snag on that scene. Taking it apart was frustrating because it had so much crud and I couldn't find anything to clean the gas filter with. It was probably a reflection on some classmates driving me nuts because I was having a hard time explaining a script. I had to break down every detail...

[gator]

I was drunk and my parents convinced me to sign a paper. I didn't realize until later that I had just signed my consent for them to sell me to a medical laboratory for testing.

For the next several weeks I was confined to a bland and sterile looking apartment drugged up on some medication they'd gave me that was seriously screwing with my perception. Every day they would take me out, hook me up to a monitor and then prod me with things.

During one of these prodding sessions my dad walked in with some of his students, who had come to watch. They were all drinking super-sized McDonalds shakes. I saw him and I yelled that I hated him and was surprised at the amount of force behind it.

Sometimes on my days off they let me swim in the lake so one day I ran away. I climbed up a rockface to a ledge on the mountain where there was a yoga studio filled with random people I know. Everything about the place was badly proportioned - the lockers in the change room were only 4 inches deep and the floor had a noticeable tilt. I wondered why anyone would put a yoga studio on a cliff with no road to it.

[greenblob]

I may have had a borderline incestuous dream. No, it did not involve anyone I know.

[Jayk]

I was in this large retail store. It was dark and creepy. I couldn't see the ceiling, except for the many pipes and tubes. The lights were sparse and many of the fixtures were hanging haphazardly from nowhere in particular. The shelves seemed like rusty assembly lines. I walked through the aisles, noting the labeled boxes on the shelves -- all of which were a monochromatic blue. The ones I noted had bizarre products -- "Lust," "Gluttony," "Skepticism," "Power," "Fame," etc. Walking further, I came upon a box which showed an image which scared me completely (almost to the point of lucidity within the dream). I became paranoid, believing that the police were going to get me. At that point, I ran off to another aisle and woke myself.

[Faust06]

My dreams are like surreal action adventures most of the time.

I was fighting off xenomorphs with a few other people in a huge, greyish complex with tunnels. The last time I had this dream I was alone. Pretty cool dream.

Fell back asleep, and in my next dream I was in this surreal place that kind of shifted around. I was with others again, we're trying to escape. I don't remember it too well and it's not the most accurate depiction, but what I do remember most is this person/being that had control of the place (or something) and we had to outsmart them and try to get passed. Or rather, we had angered them and were paying for it. One area looked like a school gym, another a library. I wish I remembered more.

In one dream I was in the middle of the ocean, on this huge, metallic platform that was kind of an island. The sky was grey, and it was raining. I would just walk back and forth. This was a long dream (in memory) and that's all that ever happened. I liked it.

[Offbeat]

I was driving a 4x4 across England, the cars steering was reversed though and the brakes didn't work well, somehow the car was impervious to damage but nonetheless I eventually ditched the car and started walking. I reached a junction and a voice told me that I should turn right.
After the turning I saw a school cafeteria lined with obese kids wolfing down their lunches. Every other building on the street was a fast food restaurant and I assumed this banal but poignant scenario was the reason my intuition told me to turn right (looking back on it, it's fairly depressing that I can remember all the fast food brands on the street- they pay for advertising in the waking world and then get further advertising in your dreams for free.)
Anyway, immediately after I was beckoned into a nearby house filled with friends I've lost contact with. One of them was reading aloud to the group a printed script, in which I was a character. I became a little disturbed as the script outlined everything that had happened in the dream up to that point, I hastily left the room but found myself in a replica of my own flat, filled with the same people reading that same script.

[teleforce]

i was playing weird back-and-forth games with this guy from one of my classes. nothing in it was explicitly sexual but i got that "feeling" towards the end right before i woke up.

it's the most disturbing dream i've had in a while because i'm not attracted to him at all irl, but there's this competitive tension between us that i just want to break over his head like a pane of prop glass. at least in the dream i was "winning."

[kali]

I tried to give some guy a blowjob on some hotel bed and CUT SCENE to me and some girl climbing up a yellow tube with the goal to get some pencils.

I hate my dreams.

[Ill eagle]

They drowned cut off heads in a steel tank at this farm. I kept watching and couldn't move - I think my head was chopped as well. Then I had other dreams, before and after.

[Waqas]

Nobody ever wants to listen to someone's dream. But I do. Did you have an awful nightmare? Or maybe just a dream that made no sense? How about a dream you think must be telling you something? Tell me your dream and I'll tell you what it means - every dream has a message, and I will unravel it for you!

Be warned, I'll be using Freudian Psychoanalysis, which means you're probably a frustrated homosexual still in love with your mother. And you probably have a small penis, too. (And if you're a woman, you just wish you had a penis.) But that's okay. I'm listening.

(This is in the Psychology section for an obvious reason. If any mod thinks this thread is too playful, just move it on over to headphonez's Playground. I won't be offended. Honest.)

My dream.

I am married we go to a swimming pool, (I can't swim) I jump into the water and I start drowning and I keep telling myself not to panic since I am wasting angry by doing that, so I stay calm but I still can't work out which side is up. So I end up hitting the body of the swimming pool, and then I get pulled out (by my brothers wife) then I am at a large building (after I tried committing suicide) it is a type of hospital and I think I have been there for a few days anyway I wake up and ask about my wife, and I am told she has gone down the corridor since she has lost something and is looking for it, so I go looking for my wife I make some turns and I get lost, so then I go up to the receptionists, and I am describing my wife to them asking them if they've seen her, while I am doing this my wife comes running past me does not see me, and I shout for her she stops and I ask her if she has found what she has been looking for and she tells me no, so I say to her its OK lets look for it together, she smiles we hold hands and off we go looking for this thing. Then I woke up.

Can you tell me anything?

[Resonance]

there is no such thing as wasting angry. All angry is good use.

[Waqas]

I believe it's called an "erection."

:happpy::banana:

[Waqas]

there is no such thing as wasting angry. All angry is good use.

I meant energy.

[spamtar]

Was trying to help this guy who apparently was my friend (in the dream this relationship goes without saying). There are people like a drug cartel out to get us. Lots of driving around and last minute dodges. Some hard core narcotic use in the background. His girlfriend shows up and I want to fuck her but keep my cool and no rift in that area between all of us (pretty distracted by the bigger point that these gangsters are trying to kill us) However a foreboding that a double-cross in some manner is going to coldcock us.

[awesome]

I dreamed that I was being considered for a position on the New York Yankees baseball team that I didn't really feel qualified for (incidentally, I am kind of a Red Sox fan). I was in the team locker room waiting to go into the shower area and was getting picked on by some nasty members of the team. I decided not to go into the shower area because I thought they were so dumb they could do something that would end up killing me. So I flung my towel away perturbedly and left.

[Resonance]

This is more of a general recurring thing in dreams but I often jump and then if I hold my feet in a certain way I can keep going in the same direction at the same speed without touching the ground.

Never mind, I figured it out. It's a recurrence of the exhilaration of riding a bicycle with a certain amount of momentum, where you can just stand on the pedals and keep going.

[Propaganda]

There were two adjacent rooms. I was on one side, and I wanted to go to the other, but there was no way to get there. I found a vent in the floor, that I somehow, with my magnificent clairvoyance, knew it led to the other side. I descended and began crawling to the other side. I had gone through almost all of the tunnel, which was fairly short, only to be confronted, near the very end, by a massive, tangled, putrid pile of spaghetti. I kid you not. It was spaghetti, just laying there, being spaghetti.
It didn't look particularly gross, it actually looked perfectly normal, but I just felt, at that moment, like it was the most terrible thing in the world.
I cursed the people on the other side for dumping their spaghetti in my vent. Then I woke up.

[spacecowboy]

My dream is actually two dreams intertwined,

Dream #1.

I dreamnt that there was a display of military helicopters at a tennis court I played at when I was younger. My farther was a C/O in the army and it was his squadron displaying the choppers. As i walked through the gates of the courts there stood my dad in full dress uniform. He escourted me to one of the helicopters in which was a pilot in his little egg shell helmet, aviator sunglasses, and flying suit. To my suprise we were going up, just the pilot and I. We took off and climbed vertically straight into some high voltage overhead lines. I looked at the pilot and he looked at me as he struggled with the joystick and said "shit we are going down". The helicopter decended out of control into an ajacent paddock. As we neared impact with the ground time slowed. The chopper was tilted to my side and i was looking out at the approaching ground, I could make out the infinite detail of the grasses and weeds, all was in slow motion. At time of imact i was looking at the skid as it hit the ground and collapsed upwards towards the fusiage. Next from my periphery, approaching from behind was the shadow of the main rotor, slowly it neared the point of which the rotor would have been overhead. I awoke in a panic with the same frantic feelings gained in a falling dream. Heart racing, heavy breathing, and sweating.

Dream #2

Veiwing myself from a third person perspective from above. I was standing in the open door of my ute blindfolded and handcuffed to the steering column. The ute was parked on top of a very high lush grassy knoll. In the distance i could make out the other topographical features and outlines of mountains which appeared to be much lower than where i was. From the right came a female friend who unlocked the cuffs and led me away across the knoll still blindfolded. We moved with ugency. As i watched myself be led across the knoll I coud see the edge of a cliff to where we were heading. We ran off the edge, i was still blindfolded. At this point I returned to first person and i was falling fast, unblindfolded. A feeling of dread swept through me as i could see a road on which I would impact at the bottom of my descent. Then something reall profound happened. I remembered a dream (dream #1) within a dream. I remembered how scared i was in dream one and decided it was not going to happen that way this time. So I made a decision to hold on and beat the fear. I approched the road and passed through it into a weightless darkness surrounded by stars, it was very peacefull. After some time i thought I wanted to go back now. Almost instantly I was in my room looking down on my sleeping body, into which I descended. As I re entered my body i saw my clock radio, It read 3:11 am. I awoke, it was 3:11 am. I have never fallen in a dream since. I had thes dreams over a decade ago, and they stay in vivid detail in my memory.

[!diom]

This morning I dreamt that I had cancerous growths at the back of both eyes. The doctors told me I could have them removed and go blind, or keep my eyes and die after they spread to my brain. I was originally going to just die, because I value my vision that much, but I was later convinced to have them removed. After the removal, I had to move from San Francisco to Georgia so my family could take care of me. I thought my life was over, until I discovered that, with disability checks covering my cost of living, I was free to be an artist.

I became a great painter and sculptor, much better than I would've been with my eyes. I also, oddly enough, took up the study of math on the side and became a great mathematician in my own right, breaking new ground in the study of "fuzzy numbers", which I didn't even know existed until a few minutes ago when I looked it up.

Despite my initial success, my creativity began to wane, and I started to become depressed, despite my empowered senses more than making up for my loss of sight. I turned to drugs, specifically LSD, in order to be able to "see things" again, since my eyes were damaged while all the visual areas of my brain were still functional. It got to the point where I didn't even need the drugs to hallucinate. Knowing my surroundings well enough, and building on my acute hearing and touch, I could simply hallucinate a model of my environment to keep myself visually satisfied.

I kept taking drugs anyway and I fell in love with the friend of the girl who brought them to me. We were laying on the floor holding hands when I woke up.

[teleforce]

bathing in shit. that is, i was taking a bath in a tub that FOR SOME FUCKING REASON also was designed to function as a sort of squat toilet, but you're supposed to finish flushing your shit before you let another person take a bath in the fucking thing.

fuck the people in my dreams. fuck these stupid inventions, fuck

[!diom]

Today I was in some kind of Fallout 3-esque affair where I was sniping zombie biker soldiers led by dragon overlords who were moving in on my flock of sheep.

[Skinart]

I have a recurring dream. Actually, I have several, but some are more interesting than others. This is one of them.

The dream centers around a room. It's a cramped studio apartment. There are different scenes and they are shown in non-chronological order. They all have a central focus of revealing interactions between the person who presumably lives in the apartment and the people coming to visit/rant/ect. with the person. Sometimes the occupant isn't there and different people are, which is strange.

The most intense scenes are ones where the occupant is trying to deal with the visitors and keep them from seeing the body in the bathtub.

In one exploration of this dream I discovered the body had been there longer than I had previously known. It had been there from the beginning of the first scene, even though the murder wasn't shown for some time after.

More recently, I learned there was another body hidden in the apartment that the alleged occupant wasn't even aware of, and that one of the visitors was trying to find a way to recover without the occupant discovering it.

[gator]

We were shooting a film but the boom operator couldn't keep the boom up and it kept getting into our shot.

[Resonance]

I dreamed that Ptah posted about having a threesome with cripple.

Seriously.

It spurred a diatribe on forgiveness from his point of view.

[Melody]

had a strange one last night. i was cruising along in a little rowboat trying to get to china cuz i knew thats where my friend was, and when i found her she said all her clothes were dirty o.o

[1104]

i stopped by to see my philosophy teacher and apologize for not writing that insightful letter to that guy because i found him to be the most pretentious theater fag in the world, and besides, it's not like i ever did work in his class anyway.
the teacher looked disappointed, but understood, and offered some haute cupcakes left over from earlier that day.
he made me take the liver flavor-- a passive aggressive gesture. it tasted just like foie gras. not bad.

[kali]

Recurring dream:

running up a flight of broad stairs surrounded by green scenery, but the stairs are neverending

Dreammoods says:

Stairs
To dream that you are walking up a flight of stairs, indicates that you are achieving a higher level of understanding. You are making progress into your spiritual/emotional/material journey.

but in my dream: there are people running up the stairs with me, but they run so fast that soon they become a speck in the distance. they are usually little kids

[Architectonic]

So I had a dream where I made a bunch of mostly insignificant edits to Wikipedia pages. What does it mean!?!

[gator]

That sounds like the dreams I have sometimes where I'm brushing my teeth or doing something equally mundane.

[1104]

even the most mundane dreams are an experience. if you're in the right mind, lettuce leaves could be the best meal you've ever tasted.

[gator]

I don't think I've ever been in my right mind.

[Resonance]

I dreamed that I had a...like...alien mouse infestation. They were really fast and tiny and cute, and they were spraying little spores all over that looked like those tiny green tree-caterpillars but with 4 huge legs, for a total size of about 1 inch across. They were emitting a cacophony of squeaks. Then something happened and they all froze in place, most of them on the rug, so we threw out the rug and squashed the rest.

Also, this happened in my bedroom in Saskatoon (12 years ago.)

[gator]

I was sailing on an old tall ship with a guy sometime during the 17th century. We owned or ran a prison, and I went door to door collecting taxes from people to be able to run it. We were on a voyage to somewhere. I don't remember where.

During our trip, we came across another vessel and it had mail from the mainland for us. There was a letter that said that we had to give back some of the taxes we had collected for the prison. Taxes were calculated based on the number of inmates we had but one of our employees had gone on a killing spree so there weren't very many left.

We went for lunch in the captain's quarters and talked about the letter. We each said something to the effect of "dude, couldn't he have waited a couple weeks before massacring them?" I mean, the nerve of some people!

This dream was completely in a language that sounded like an Old-English-Dutch mashup.

[gator]

We were in a town in the interior that looked kind of like Lilloet or Cache Creek. We were just driving through but we decided to camp there and stay a while. We met the guy who ran the museum and he seemed to like us. He wanted us to take it over for him. He was obviously not from BC so I asked him why he had even bothered to come here, and how he got stuck in such a dead town. He said he'd heard about it while he was in New Orleans at Mardi Gras. I was skeptical because that sounded very unlikely.

I was traveling with a guy I've never seen before but in my dream we were very much in love. The ground was parched and the air hot so we stopped at a lake to swim. The clouds of insects around the lake were dying and falling to the ground. They crunched under my bare feet as I walked down the dock.

[greenblob]

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.

[gator]

Brace yourself. It's a long one.

For my last day of silversmithing class we were supposed to exchange our projects with our class and let them finish them for us. The piece that I got to finish was a really complicated necklace made of thin strips of silver, copper and brass braided with each other with a large pendant on the front. Throughout the braid there were decorations soldered in and different pieces were fused together. It was really cool but not wearable because it had no clasp and no one could get it over their head. It had me stumped because I wasn't sure what to do with it. I mean I knew what I would do but I didn't want to wreck it and I felt like the decision should be made by the creator, not me.

I was on a trip with my family. We were just leaving from the motel and my dad was chatting up the owners who seemed very appreciative. The man had big arms with lots of arm hair and he looked at his watch as he tried to calculate how many times dad had stayed there.

Out in the parking lot there was a huge truck, the kind they use to transport big pieces of equipment and machinery. The truck was bright red and it was carrying pieces of a huge construction crane. The driver had his kids with him. School was over for the year so they were going on a roadtrip.

Then I ended up beside an outdoor pool with my sister and my friend Alex. It was small and rectangular, the water murky brown and full of giant pikes. As we were standing on the dock I mentioned my irrational fear of pikes but somehow we ended up swimming across the pool. It was very warm and because it was murky you couldn't see the fish pass by you until they got really close, which freaked me out.

At the other end there was a field with trees and a lot of families having picnics. We walked through this for a while. I lost track of the people I was with so I was alone. I heard some noise and went to investigate. It was coming from a car seemingly in the middle of this huge family picnic. There was a couple in the front seat and she was giving him a handjob and he was moaning really loudly. I thought it was kind of indecent for them to be doing that right there with so many kids around.

I walked around a building to another pool. This one was smaller and the depth sloped from nothing to somewhere between 3 and 4 feet. There was a couple in it. They seemed to be baby boomer aged. They were sitting on lawn chairs that were sitting in the water so that the water submerged their thighs. They had American accents. I talked to them for a while but I don't remember what I said. I waded into the water and it felt oppressively hot.

I mulled over my problem again. I couldn't find a good place to solder this necklace because all I had was silver solder and that would show up on copper and brass. I decided that I should just cut the damn thing and put caps on the ends so that I could add a clasp. But where to cut? There just wasn't a good place and I wished it wasn't my decision to make.

[atheistsunite]

I had this reoccuring nightmare where I would be walking home with one of my friends and this stocky black kid would always be slightly behind us. When we were about 10 feet from my house i would say a racist joke and the black kid would chase me. I would always make it into the house before he caught me. The wierd part was I always knew the kid was behind me, and in the dream i would tell myself not to say anything racist but i ALWAYS would, oh and the black kid was wearing a McDonald's uniform. Don't know if that has any signifance but whatever.
The second dream is one that i had about a week ago and went something like this. I was walking home and it was nighttime. I walked past a group of people, all of them in my grade. They were all drunk and i heard some kid talking shit in the backround but decided not to do anything about it, which i found odd. Then that same "kid" walked up to me and punched me in the face. My face slammed the ground and i layed there for about a minute until the dream ended.
Is it wierd that i seem to make conscious decisions in my dreams?
P.S.- I have an enormours penis so don't even go there.

[gregkdc]

I had a dream that I figured out why I was born. The purpose of my life was to become a spin doctor, and upon fruition of becoming a spin doctor I should call myself "Hypo-Thesis". In my dream the meaning of the word hypo-thesis literally translated into the under idea (or hidden agenda).

Now the question is should I take a dream like this seriously as I was pondering what I should do with my life the day before? At any rate Hypo-Thesis sounds like a cool super villain.

[pan_sonic_000]

A few nights ago, I dreamt that I was in the kitchen of the house where I grew up (my parents still own this house, actually). From the time I was a toddler until present day, a picture frame containing about a dozen photos of our family has been hanging on the wall. None of the pictures have changed or been replaced over the years...they're all from the time when my sister and I were age 4 or younger. You know, I'm in my diapers in front of the Christmas tree, my sister is a toddler helping my dad to wash the car, etc. That kind of thing.

Anyway, in my dream, my mother was standing outside in our driveway just under the kitchen window which overlooks it. I grabbed the picture frame and in a rage started trying to smash it through the window but it was impossible because the window has one of those grid patterns in it made out of wood. Like this:

http://www.solarinnovations.com/images/acc_img/traditional-window-grid.gif

So I kept busting out the smaller panels of glass inside the grid while futilely trying to shove the whole picture frame through the window itself. It never went through, it just made a lot of glass crunching sounds while pictures were falling all over the floor. At some point, I looked at the picture frame and noticed one photo of my dad had, in effect, become real. Specifically, his hand in the picture became actual flesh and bone and extended out through the picture itself. If you've ever seen the video for A-Ha's 'Take On Me', you kinda know what I'm saying here:

http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z9/parametric_bc/hand.jpg?t=1276296476

I noticed his hand was all lacerated and scratched and it occurred to me that the damage I should have suffered myself in all this madness was actually being done to him.

I threw down the picture frame and walked into the hallway waiting for my mother to come inside. When she did, she acted calm and unaffected by my anger and walked towards me in the middle of the hallway near our kitchen. I grabbed / embraced her and fell down onto the floor while crying. I asked her "how come you never believed anything I said? You accused me of every fucking thing in the world and all it would have taken was listening to a simple explanation from me but you wouldn't do that." She just stared at me dumbly and said something dismissive like she always did; the implication being that my protests against her accusations were nothing more than an attempt at deceiving her. Then I told her "it's because you preferred the control of using fear over the truth." Then she started screaming hysterically, grabbing her hair and pulling on it saying "I know! I know! I know!" while alternating between hugging me while pounding me with her fists and screaming "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Then I woke up. :mellow: