Good heavens... its true... its true... I have been in that with my latest love affairs and problems... and its true all, of someone (more something) trying to hold one back from what I want.
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Analyzing Dreams
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I actually taught myself. I'm a very enhanced lucid dreamer and have been since I can recall. I know of dreams that I had when I was as young as four and five that were extremely mature for my age, and I can still remember them in detail. So, I studied symbology as a hobby and rely a great deal on the emotion and feel of the dream to help interpret. I've been interpreting for other people on and off since I was ten, but I've been more involved in it the last five years or so.
As for helping me make life decisions, my biggest thing is...I can't interpret my own dreams! I never have been able too. I think its a question of being too close to the elephant to see anything but its skin. If you want, you can interpret some of my dreams, (a lot of which are reoccuring and other so called 'professional' dream interpreters could not figure out)...but I must warn you. It's hard to determine what of them is actual material and what of it is 'filler' my subconscious just throws in to make a viable storyline. So anyway, maybe you wanna tackle one or two of mine and see where it goes
Okay, lemme give one of these a shot....someone hit me with a dream!
First of all yes I am fine, sort of!
I should have mentioned the whole suicide thing, yes I attempted and almost died when I was 16 ( 27 now) So that is where that came from. I am not suicidal or anything right now, so no worries!!
Your interpretatiopn is interesting because I am definitely in a negative family situation that is draining my happiness....However this situation didn't occur until two days AFTER I had this dream.
Essentially what is going on is that I was cleaning up the house and found a note/letter that my hubby of 4.5 years had written. (Turns out he was writing it down to get stuff out of his system). Anyway the contents of this note were about his feelings for a co-worker. He was writing about wanting to tell her about his strong feelings for her. About how he was thinking of leaving me for her.This co-worker was his carpool buddy.
So emotionally I am so lost, and feel so alone. I am hurt beyond words.
He has moved out for all of June. I had the dream May 29 and found this out on May 31st. We are trying to decide what to do.
So my life is a mess!!
Actually I do
As for the dream of Death.. I am often worried I am not good enough for my hubby so maybe I am afraid I am going to lose him or something. I also don't like the age part getting old and being replaced is a fact of life, it just really hurts to know women seem to only have a little bit of time until someone else comes along and replaces you. I am not saying it will happen to everyone but I have seen it way to much happen to way to may women I know. It is a scary thing to me. - Maybe I am just crazy..
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I will tackle your dreams, just post them and let me know. I can actually analyze my own, I usually just have to write them down and then go from there. I would love to try to interpret yours.Originally Posted by Ravyn
I actually taught myself. I'm a very enhanced lucid dreamer and have been since I can recall. I know of dreams that I had when I was as young as four and five that were extremely mature for my age, and I can still remember them in detail. So, I studied symbology as a hobby and rely a great deal on the emotion and feel of the dream to help interpret. I've been interpreting for other people on and off since I was ten, but I've been more involved in it the last five years or so.
As for helping me make life decisions, my biggest thing is...I can't interpret my own dreams! I never have been able too. I think its a question of being too close to the elephant to see anything but its skin. If you want, you can interpret some of my dreams, (a lot of which are reoccuring and other so called 'professional' dream interpreters could not figure out)...but I must warn you. It's hard to determine what of them is actual material and what of it is 'filler' my subconscious just throws in to make a viable storyline. So anyway, maybe you wanna tackle one or two of mine and see where it goes
Okay, lemme give one of these a shot....someone hit me with a dream!
MandO, I am so glad to know that you are okay in terms of the suicide thing...you had me worried for a minute there!
Sometimes, dreams are future warnings to what lies ahead. I am sorry that your husband hurt you, and I hope that you can find a way to work through it, although, you seem a lot like me, and I wouldnt stand another woman either. Good luck, keep me posted. If you ever want to talk, just PM me, and I will try to help you through it.
You're not crazy. And not every woman gets replaced because she gets older. I am sure that you are good enough for your husband. And if youre not, then shame on him. Theres a lot more to a person than how they look. Some of the worlds most gorgeous people are also the most hateful. I think you need to work on that low self esteem, because from what I can tell, you are a beautiful person, and your husband knows it. So, work on that!!Actually I dobuddy very much, he is the one that I found at work. I brought him home and my oldest male Chucky along with Max sometimes pic on him.. Chucky just tries to remind Buddy who the King of the castle is.. Buddy is very attacted to me, he knows I will do anything to protect him from any thing or any one.
As for the dream of Death.. I am often worried I am not good enough for my hubby so maybe I am afraid I am going to lose him or something. I also don't like the age part getting old and being replaced is a fact of life, it just really hurts to know women seem to only have a little bit of time until someone else comes along and replaces you. I am not saying it will happen to everyone but I have seen it way to much happen to way to may women I know. It is a scary thing to me. - Maybe I am just crazy..
I dreamed last night that I found a lost kitten and took it home. Everyone at home was cross with me for bringing this kitten home, and I woke up this morning feeling 'got at'. What do you think this means? I should go to the cats' home and see if they have any kittens!!?
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LOL You are greatYou're not crazy. And not every woman gets replaced because she gets older. I am sure that you are good enough for your husband. And if youre not, then shame on him. Theres a lot more to a person than how they look. Some of the worlds most gorgeous people are also the most hateful. I think you need to work on that low self esteem, because from what I can tell, you are a beautiful person, and your husband knows it. So, work on that!![/color][/font][/color][/font]
I had some dream that I was buying a house in Canada, and that I had hired a real estate agent to help me find the type of house I wanted (I never get to find out why do I want a house in Canada though). That I am told by several friends up there that that particular real estate guy is real creepy, and is very secrecive but that I don't pay attention. Then things go crazy when he takes me to see a house that he thinks might catch my attention (its a big wooden house... kind of the type of house they built in the late 1800s in North America?) he then starts trying to kill me while I am inside the house by trying to hit me with a coffee table.... that then what ensues is a big fight in which the last thing I remember is my running after him all over that house with the leg of a table in my hand trying to bash him with it.
Okee, Yoviher, I'm going to give yours a shot.
Do you actually live in Canada? If not, moving to a 'foreign' location can mean you are going into or dealing with a situation that is unfamiliar to you. If you're from the US or another predominantly English speaking country, however, Canada isn't all THAT foreign (as, for example, moving to Japan would be), you can at least communicate with the majority of the population, so that would suggest while you are on unfamiliar ground you are not so totally out of your element as to be overwhelmed and utterly helpless, and your lines of communication are still open and functioning.
Houses are symbolic extensions of ourself. Our homes are where we feel safe and free to express our individuality, which is why it is such a violation when our homes are robbed or broken into. That you are looking for a new home suggests you are looking for or exploring new areas of your individuality, but that the source that is aiding you in this expression may not have the best of intentions. People are trying to warn you of this (or you may be aware of it on some unconscious level and are trying to warn yourself), hence the friends telling you about the shady real estate fellow.
Wood houses, especially old ones, can be beautiful and nostalgic, but beyond their 'outer' charm they are usually drafty, do not possess the modern comforts (such as electricity or plumbing), and can be downright dangerous (especially in the case of an old wood home, which catches fire easily). This change may not be the best for you, and your subconscious may be also warning you of a bad situation in the past that may have started in a similar fashion.
Finally, you and the real estate fellow try to do each other damage. You are feeling attacked in some way, disrespected, or else you fear that you will become so if you fail to make those around you 'happy' by making a wise decision. You have become defensive about it and your very defensiveness may be leading you blindly into a choice you will regret. Step back, take a deep breath, and then take a rational, objective look at your situation.
Good luck!
Diane, I'm going to post up my most recent dream I had that another interpreter could not make heads or tails of. Then we'll see about my more intense stuff
Okay, this is the most recent dream I had.
In this dream I was a young man, (I'm really a woman) about nineteen, with crewcut black hair. I was with a group of several other young men and we were on our way to an army base. Only we weren't really in the army. We were going there to pretend to be or something, I don't recall the reason why.
We were taking the train, and the whole train was filled with these young, eighteen to twenty something new-recruit army types. With one exception. There was a man, about thirty, with long dirty blonde hair. He looked very tired and weary. At his side was a blonde little boy, nine or so. They were dressed like it was the nineteen twenties. Nineteen twenties poor, that is. The little boy was leaning on his father and he was holding in his hand a pendant he had wrapped around his neck. I stood in the aisle and looked at him, and around my own neck I had a similar pendant. I think I talked to them, but I don't recall.
The next thing I remember we were at the army base. There were about ten or so of us in this group that was going to try and fool this army guy...again, I don't know the reason why. They gave us a little cinderblock house on the base in a row of other little houses, and we were all supposed to bunk there. Next door was another little squat house, painted blue, and there was a little old japanese or Inuit lady that lived there. I noticed she had a pendant on too, only hers was different than mine. One side had the praying hands, but the other had strange writing instead. I got excited and showed her my pendant but she frowned at me and lightly slapped my hand away, saying she didn't want to see it.
We go to see the army guy we're supposed to fool only he's not buying the other guys. They're kidding around and stuff and he says they're not being 'army' enough. Then the guys pull me over and say ".... will show you're we're army enough." They said my name but I don't remember what it was.
So I saluted the guy and we talked a bit. I can't remember exactly what was said, but I said 'sir' before and after everything. He said, 'that's better, but if you're really army, you can stand and hold that salute and not move until I tell you.'
So I stood there, but as I was determined not to move I seemed to be sagging a little to one side, like melted candle wax. I was trying desperately to hold still and hoping he didn't notice. Apparently he didn't, because he thought I did a wonderful job and took us out to a rifle range. The guns were all mounted there, as if it were a shooting gallery at an amusement park. He asked me to identify the guns and I told him they were 'something lever action'. I said the name, but I can't recall what it was exactly. So we started target shooting, and just like an amusement park, the targets kept popping up, even though the setting was a normal army target range. Some had little tin hearts that if you hit them, they spun and the target fell down.
The scene switched. I'm still in my army uniform (which was like a general's but blue. I hadn't got a promotion, this was always the uniform I was wearing). There's a grassy field with some weeping willows. I think I'm heading back to the cinderblock house. Anyway, I see the tired man and his son from the train, sitting in the field on a little blanket. The father has what looks like an opened gift box in front of him, and he's reading a book that's set in the box. His son is leaning on him and playing with that pendant around his neck.
As I go up to him, suddenly its the father that's holding the pendant in his hand. I can see it clearly. It's a small oval, about an inch long and half that wide, made of gold. On one side, is a pair of hands pressed together as if praying. On the other side is a man standing, holding hs hand over a circle or a ball of some sort, and below the circle is an ear of corn, like on the Wisconsin state quarter.
I took my own pendant off and its exactly the same. I notice in the book he's reading there are drawings of an LDS temple. I ask him if he's LDS too and he says yes. I told him I saw him on the train, and show him I have the same pendant as he does. He tells me his wife just died and his son is having a hard time with it.
I crouched down and pulled his son up on my knee, and I have one arm around him. He lays the side of his head against my neck and I'm telling him it'll be all right and not to be sad. I hold up the pendant I had taken off and I'm showing it to him. It's shining and reflecting the sunlight off his face.
I'm thinking about the pendant and I'm a little sad, because I know someone I loved had recently died too, but I don't recall who it was. They had left the pendant with me and it meant the world to me, but seeing the little boy sad and knowing he didn't have his own pendant (the other one had disappeared or his father had hidden it or something, I don't recall) I started to tell him he could have mine. As I started to speak, there was this strange, heavy thump sound that echoed through the sky. Like a really big sonic boom. I looked up, and as I did the father pulled his son off my lap and they both started to run like scared rabbits. As I was jarred, I dropped the pendant on the grass. I scooped it up, turning and calling after them. "I wanted you to keep it!"
But as I turned their direction and called...
It was suddenly nightfall, and I was standing in the yard of the cinderblock house with one of the 'pretend' army guys. We could hear more heavy whoomps in the clouds and see spinning circle lights now and again. I thought they were UFOs. Then the whoomps stopped and there was a few rumbles, like an earthquake, though the ground didn't shake. Then everything got quiet.
The road that went past the house went up a slight incline. In true horror movie style, there was a light hidden on the other end of that hill and it was reflecting blue off of thin mist that seemed to be there and nowhere else. In that mist reflection, I started to see the shadows of figures moving, gathering, multiplying, and coming closer.
"It's aliens," I said calmly to my companion. He shook his head.
"I don't think so."
He sounded scared. Right after he said that, the forms came over the hill. They were army guys. All of them from the base except the ten that were staying with me in the cinderblock.
Some were dressed in uniform or partial uniform. Others wore nothing but their gray green tank shirts, dog tags, and boxer shorts. Most were moving normally but some were half hunched, like a monkey would be, or kind of half crab-walking. I could see at the distance their irises had all turned white, their skins had all turned gray, and their teeth looked sharp as razors. Though none were shuffling, rotting, or otherwise wounded, I knew instantly they were all zombies and they were going to kill us.
As soon as they saw us they started running. FAST. There was no moaning, no noise, no shouting. Just the sound of their feet as they picked up speed and ran. Me and the other guy both ran into the house. As we ran in the door several of the other guys staying there ran in too.
I headed for a small closet and jumped in. Suddenly I was in a tank and boxer shorts as well, my feet bare. I closed the closet door and held on to the handle, thinking I could hold it all night if I had too, I wouldn't let those creeps in. Through the slats in the door (the door didn't have slats later), I saw my companion jump behind a couch. I remember thinking that wasn't going to help much.
The zombies ran in the house and instantly a dozen were at the closet door, trying to pull it out of my grip. The door opened half a foot and I could see one of their faces look in, with its white eyes. I yanked the door shut again, then realized that this was a folding closet door. The kind that kinks in the middle and then slides to the side. So as I shut it, I braced my bare feet on the kink and my back on the wall. Now they literally could not open the door at all with me there.
I sat there all night as they tried to get in. I knew somehow that when morning came they'd all have to hide, like vampires. Finally dawn rose and they all left, save one persistant fellow who beat on the door a few times more, reluctant to leave. Unlike the others, he was wearing an old fashioned taxi-driver cap along with his tank and boxers. Finally, he gave up and ran off before the sun got too strong.
I came out of the closet (no double entendres there, please *grin* ) to see all my companions had somehow survived, including the guy who hid behind the couch. As we were all emerging, I heard a clicking sound behind me in the kitchen and spun around, pulling my gun out (I was again magically in uniform). I aimed it only to see it was a big yellow mutt dog, wearing a bit of wire around its neck as a collar. Its tail was short and stumpy, a little club tail. He was old and ragged but his eyes were still brown, so he wasn't a dog zombie or anything. I put the gun away and we headed outside, the dog following us.
There we saw the little old lady from next door. We came out on the porch. She was wearing a blue cotton nightgown and I could see the pendant on her chest. She saw the dog and starting cooing and grinning happily. He came over and started licking her.
"How did you survive the zombies?" i asked her, knowing she'd been alone in her house.
"I have razorwire," she said, and that was the first time I noticed she had a tall chainlink fence topped with coils of razorwire around her house. I grinned and looked at the other guys.
"Tonight, we're staying with her," I joked, then looked at her. "CAN we stay with you tonight?"
She smiled and nodded at me. I knew that we were going to go do something about the zombies but I forget what. After she nodded I went over and lifted my pendant again, wanting to know what it meant. She sighed and looked away.
"Please, I just want to know what it means," I said. "Can you at least tell me what yours means?"
She lifted hers and showed me the strange runes. "This means the beginning. Anything round on one is bad. Anything round means the opposite."
I lifted mine and saw the circle shape over the bit of corn. "So this...?" I asked, pointing at it. She looked at me and sighed.
"Means the ending..."
And that's when I woke up.
In this dream I was a young man, (I'm really a woman) about nineteen, with crewcut black hair. I was with a group of several other young men and we were on our way to an army base. Only we weren't really in the army. We were going there to pretend to be or something, I don't recall the reason why.
We were taking the train, and the whole train was filled with these young, eighteen to twenty something new-recruit army types. With one exception. There was a man, about thirty, with long dirty blonde hair. He looked very tired and weary. At his side was a blonde little boy, nine or so. They were dressed like it was the nineteen twenties. Nineteen twenties poor, that is. The little boy was leaning on his father and he was holding in his hand a pendant he had wrapped around his neck. I stood in the aisle and looked at him, and around my own neck I had a similar pendant. I think I talked to them, but I don't recall.
The next thing I remember we were at the army base. There were about ten or so of us in this group that was going to try and fool this army guy...again, I don't know the reason why. They gave us a little cinderblock house on the base in a row of other little houses, and we were all supposed to bunk there. Next door was another little squat house, painted blue, and there was a little old japanese or Inuit lady that lived there. I noticed she had a pendant on too, only hers was different than mine. One side had the praying hands, but the other had strange writing instead. I got excited and showed her my pendant but she frowned at me and lightly slapped my hand away, saying she didn't want to see it.
We go to see the army guy we're supposed to fool only he's not buying the other guys. They're kidding around and stuff and he says they're not being 'army' enough. Then the guys pull me over and say ".... will show you're we're army enough." They said my name but I don't remember what it was.
So I saluted the guy and we talked a bit. I can't remember exactly what was said, but I said 'sir' before and after everything. He said, 'that's better, but if you're really army, you can stand and hold that salute and not move until I tell you.'
So I stood there, but as I was determined not to move I seemed to be sagging a little to one side, like melted candle wax. I was trying desperately to hold still and hoping he didn't notice. Apparently he didn't, because he thought I did a wonderful job and took us out to a rifle range. The guns were all mounted there, as if it were a shooting gallery at an amusement park. He asked me to identify the guns and I told him they were 'something lever action'. I said the name, but I can't recall what it was exactly. So we started target shooting, and just like an amusement park, the targets kept popping up, even though the setting was a normal army target range. Some had little tin hearts that if you hit them, they spun and the target fell down.
The scene switched. I'm still in my army uniform (which was like a general's but blue. I hadn't got a promotion, this was always the uniform I was wearing). There's a grassy field with some weeping willows. I think I'm heading back to the cinderblock house. Anyway, I see the tired man and his son from the train, sitting in the field on a little blanket. The father has what looks like an opened gift box in front of him, and he's reading a book that's set in the box. His son is leaning on him and playing with that pendant around his neck.
As I go up to him, suddenly its the father that's holding the pendant in his hand. I can see it clearly. It's a small oval, about an inch long and half that wide, made of gold. On one side, is a pair of hands pressed together as if praying. On the other side is a man standing, holding hs hand over a circle or a ball of some sort, and below the circle is an ear of corn, like on the Wisconsin state quarter.
I took my own pendant off and its exactly the same. I notice in the book he's reading there are drawings of an LDS temple. I ask him if he's LDS too and he says yes. I told him I saw him on the train, and show him I have the same pendant as he does. He tells me his wife just died and his son is having a hard time with it.
I crouched down and pulled his son up on my knee, and I have one arm around him. He lays the side of his head against my neck and I'm telling him it'll be all right and not to be sad. I hold up the pendant I had taken off and I'm showing it to him. It's shining and reflecting the sunlight off his face.
I'm thinking about the pendant and I'm a little sad, because I know someone I loved had recently died too, but I don't recall who it was. They had left the pendant with me and it meant the world to me, but seeing the little boy sad and knowing he didn't have his own pendant (the other one had disappeared or his father had hidden it or something, I don't recall) I started to tell him he could have mine. As I started to speak, there was this strange, heavy thump sound that echoed through the sky. Like a really big sonic boom. I looked up, and as I did the father pulled his son off my lap and they both started to run like scared rabbits. As I was jarred, I dropped the pendant on the grass. I scooped it up, turning and calling after them. "I wanted you to keep it!"
But as I turned their direction and called...
It was suddenly nightfall, and I was standing in the yard of the cinderblock house with one of the 'pretend' army guys. We could hear more heavy whoomps in the clouds and see spinning circle lights now and again. I thought they were UFOs. Then the whoomps stopped and there was a few rumbles, like an earthquake, though the ground didn't shake. Then everything got quiet.
The road that went past the house went up a slight incline. In true horror movie style, there was a light hidden on the other end of that hill and it was reflecting blue off of thin mist that seemed to be there and nowhere else. In that mist reflection, I started to see the shadows of figures moving, gathering, multiplying, and coming closer.
"It's aliens," I said calmly to my companion. He shook his head.
"I don't think so."
He sounded scared. Right after he said that, the forms came over the hill. They were army guys. All of them from the base except the ten that were staying with me in the cinderblock.
Some were dressed in uniform or partial uniform. Others wore nothing but their gray green tank shirts, dog tags, and boxer shorts. Most were moving normally but some were half hunched, like a monkey would be, or kind of half crab-walking. I could see at the distance their irises had all turned white, their skins had all turned gray, and their teeth looked sharp as razors. Though none were shuffling, rotting, or otherwise wounded, I knew instantly they were all zombies and they were going to kill us.
As soon as they saw us they started running. FAST. There was no moaning, no noise, no shouting. Just the sound of their feet as they picked up speed and ran. Me and the other guy both ran into the house. As we ran in the door several of the other guys staying there ran in too.
I headed for a small closet and jumped in. Suddenly I was in a tank and boxer shorts as well, my feet bare. I closed the closet door and held on to the handle, thinking I could hold it all night if I had too, I wouldn't let those creeps in. Through the slats in the door (the door didn't have slats later), I saw my companion jump behind a couch. I remember thinking that wasn't going to help much.
The zombies ran in the house and instantly a dozen were at the closet door, trying to pull it out of my grip. The door opened half a foot and I could see one of their faces look in, with its white eyes. I yanked the door shut again, then realized that this was a folding closet door. The kind that kinks in the middle and then slides to the side. So as I shut it, I braced my bare feet on the kink and my back on the wall. Now they literally could not open the door at all with me there.
I sat there all night as they tried to get in. I knew somehow that when morning came they'd all have to hide, like vampires. Finally dawn rose and they all left, save one persistant fellow who beat on the door a few times more, reluctant to leave. Unlike the others, he was wearing an old fashioned taxi-driver cap along with his tank and boxers. Finally, he gave up and ran off before the sun got too strong.
I came out of the closet (no double entendres there, please *grin* ) to see all my companions had somehow survived, including the guy who hid behind the couch. As we were all emerging, I heard a clicking sound behind me in the kitchen and spun around, pulling my gun out (I was again magically in uniform). I aimed it only to see it was a big yellow mutt dog, wearing a bit of wire around its neck as a collar. Its tail was short and stumpy, a little club tail. He was old and ragged but his eyes were still brown, so he wasn't a dog zombie or anything. I put the gun away and we headed outside, the dog following us.
There we saw the little old lady from next door. We came out on the porch. She was wearing a blue cotton nightgown and I could see the pendant on her chest. She saw the dog and starting cooing and grinning happily. He came over and started licking her.
"How did you survive the zombies?" i asked her, knowing she'd been alone in her house.
"I have razorwire," she said, and that was the first time I noticed she had a tall chainlink fence topped with coils of razorwire around her house. I grinned and looked at the other guys.
"Tonight, we're staying with her," I joked, then looked at her. "CAN we stay with you tonight?"
She smiled and nodded at me. I knew that we were going to go do something about the zombies but I forget what. After she nodded I went over and lifted my pendant again, wanting to know what it meant. She sighed and looked away.
"Please, I just want to know what it means," I said. "Can you at least tell me what yours means?"
She lifted hers and showed me the strange runes. "This means the beginning. Anything round on one is bad. Anything round means the opposite."
I lifted mine and saw the circle shape over the bit of corn. "So this...?" I asked, pointing at it. She looked at me and sighed.
"Means the ending..."
And that's when I woke up.
Wow... that's some dream. How long did you say you were asleep
I'll be interested to see what it means too. There are a couple I had, that I don't need to ahve analyzed... but I thought I'd share anyways. This is all down to timing in the end.... I'm sure I've probably shared these before, but it just really highlights why I believe there is so much more to dreams than first appears.
Dream 1.
I was on board a flight (you can see where this is going already really can't you) walking down the centre of the plane towards the back. I guess I was an air hostess or something because I remember looking at all the passengers and seeing faces. And two really stood out at me - two very blonde kids, about 2-3 years old. Twins - a boy and a girl. They were sat in the two closest seats to the window on my left hand side, hand in hand. I thought nothing much of it really, but as I walked past them and got another few yards down the aisle, I heard an American womans voice behind me screaming "My babies, my babies!" and when I turned around, I saw a rather large woman in hysterics, clutching the same two kids to her chest. When I saw them they were completely lifeless, blue in the face and covered in bleeding wounds and bruises. I woke up at that point and I went to check on my own son.... in the middle of the night on September 10th.
Dream 2.
This was over a series of three dreams... it seemed to always pick up where it left off and I finished up with a running story of events. I was walking down a High street in a town I didn't know. It was very hot and very dry and dusty. That was a fact I could never get away from. I didn't recognise the writing on shop signs or anything... only that they looked almost Arabic. As I looked I saw people sitting in a window of a cafe on my left... but for some reason I turned right, down a dirt track road into the middle of nowhere. You could see where truck tyres had worn ruts in the dust and really dry scrubby plants in the gravel. All the time I was aware of it being inescapably hot and dry and dusty and my throat being sore with the dust. I walked on towards a flat roofed building with boarded up windows and black cloth pinned over glassless window frames. I remember putting my hand on the wall and burning my hand because it was so hot. I did eventually find a door leading into the building on the shady side, but when I went in there was absolutely nothing but dusty floorboards. I looked out of a window back up the road I'd walked down, and I could see oil drums absolutely everywhere! People were sitting on them, rolling them down the street... you name it! I went back outside again to get a closer look and as I did that, oil started to leak out of the steel drums - or at least I thought it was oil. It started to trickle down the road and as it got faster and turned into a stream, I could see it was blood. It was warm and sticky and I could feel the sand shifting under my feet as it ran over them. The stream became a river and for some reason I was walking up it. It was very soon ankle deep and I fell to my hands and knees and kept crawling up the river. A black helicopter went over head - but made no noise at all... nor was there a downdraft like you'd expect. And while I was on my hands and knees I put my hand on something under the surface of the blood-river. I pulled up a set of silver dog-tags with the letters U.S.A.F. on them, but the name and number was scratched to hell and I coudln't read it. then I woke up and it stopped there.
4 days later, war was declared on Iraq.
It's spooky... but I think dreams have a lot to teach us.
Dream 1.
I was on board a flight (you can see where this is going already really can't you) walking down the centre of the plane towards the back. I guess I was an air hostess or something because I remember looking at all the passengers and seeing faces. And two really stood out at me - two very blonde kids, about 2-3 years old. Twins - a boy and a girl. They were sat in the two closest seats to the window on my left hand side, hand in hand. I thought nothing much of it really, but as I walked past them and got another few yards down the aisle, I heard an American womans voice behind me screaming "My babies, my babies!" and when I turned around, I saw a rather large woman in hysterics, clutching the same two kids to her chest. When I saw them they were completely lifeless, blue in the face and covered in bleeding wounds and bruises. I woke up at that point and I went to check on my own son.... in the middle of the night on September 10th.
Dream 2.
This was over a series of three dreams... it seemed to always pick up where it left off and I finished up with a running story of events. I was walking down a High street in a town I didn't know. It was very hot and very dry and dusty. That was a fact I could never get away from. I didn't recognise the writing on shop signs or anything... only that they looked almost Arabic. As I looked I saw people sitting in a window of a cafe on my left... but for some reason I turned right, down a dirt track road into the middle of nowhere. You could see where truck tyres had worn ruts in the dust and really dry scrubby plants in the gravel. All the time I was aware of it being inescapably hot and dry and dusty and my throat being sore with the dust. I walked on towards a flat roofed building with boarded up windows and black cloth pinned over glassless window frames. I remember putting my hand on the wall and burning my hand because it was so hot. I did eventually find a door leading into the building on the shady side, but when I went in there was absolutely nothing but dusty floorboards. I looked out of a window back up the road I'd walked down, and I could see oil drums absolutely everywhere! People were sitting on them, rolling them down the street... you name it! I went back outside again to get a closer look and as I did that, oil started to leak out of the steel drums - or at least I thought it was oil. It started to trickle down the road and as it got faster and turned into a stream, I could see it was blood. It was warm and sticky and I could feel the sand shifting under my feet as it ran over them. The stream became a river and for some reason I was walking up it. It was very soon ankle deep and I fell to my hands and knees and kept crawling up the river. A black helicopter went over head - but made no noise at all... nor was there a downdraft like you'd expect. And while I was on my hands and knees I put my hand on something under the surface of the blood-river. I pulled up a set of silver dog-tags with the letters U.S.A.F. on them, but the name and number was scratched to hell and I coudln't read it. then I woke up and it stopped there.
4 days later, war was declared on Iraq.
It's spooky... but I think dreams have a lot to teach us.
Hiya Diane.
Thank you for taking time out for doing this for me! It's really kind of you.
I know EXACTLY what you mean.
This has helped me alot.
Thank you.
Sam.
Well, to start off, I am Puerto Rican and live in Puerto Rico, but I speak English VERY fluently, so moving to an English speaking country is for me, as you said, not that foreign.
From what I can appreciate the entire analysis focuses on the concept of a new situation, something I am not used to, and that I am entering a situation which is new but not necesarily the best thing on earth... and stretching it a bit it literally refers to the same situation that Diane referred to in my airplane dream.
Ok. Hopefully you can help. I have been having dreams, off and on, of the same guy for the past year or so. I sat behind him in english class senior year. We were never friends or anything but we talked almost every day. But I was one of the "weird" kids and he was a star baseball player... and not to mention very good looking.
So anyhoo, last night I had another dream about him.
I had gone out shopping to this new store. I had found a bunch of shirts I liked but for some reason set them down. Then all the lights went out.. they were having a concert or something.. so I couldn't find them. I ended up getting a frame but when I brought it to the counter they told me the total was $27, not $9 as I thought it was supposed to be. So I told them I didn't want it and left to go to my car. He worked there and was leaving to. We noticed each other and he came over to me and gave me a hug which lead to kissing.
I don't remember much of the dream after that only that I was afraid to tell my boyfriend (my current one) that we wanted to be together.
Do you have any idea why I would continously dream about this guy who I was never even really close to?
Maybe we're soul mates?
So anyhoo, last night I had another dream about him.
I had gone out shopping to this new store. I had found a bunch of shirts I liked but for some reason set them down. Then all the lights went out.. they were having a concert or something.. so I couldn't find them. I ended up getting a frame but when I brought it to the counter they told me the total was $27, not $9 as I thought it was supposed to be. So I told them I didn't want it and left to go to my car. He worked there and was leaving to. We noticed each other and he came over to me and gave me a hug which lead to kissing.
Do you have any idea why I would continously dream about this guy who I was never even really close to?
Maybe we're soul mates?
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Good Morning ya'll! How is everyone today??
Ravyn, I printed your dream, and I am going to start working on it, as soon as I am somewhere, I will post it up and let you know.
Lillekat, yours are next. And anyone else that posted, I printed them and I am working on them!
Victor, I know that Ravyn analyzed your dream, but I am going to analyze it too, and that way you are getting 2 opinions on it!
Let me know.
And Millyndaisy, I think maybe you should go to the shelter...maybe your kitten soul mate is there waiting for you to adopt her!!
Good luck with that.
Everyone else, I am analyzing now as we speak. Gratefulbear, you are on my list and I should have yours done by this afternoon.
Ravyn, I printed your dream, and I am going to start working on it, as soon as I am somewhere, I will post it up and let you know.
Lillekat, yours are next. And anyone else that posted, I printed them and I am working on them!
Victor, I know that Ravyn analyzed your dream, but I am going to analyze it too, and that way you are getting 2 opinions on it!
Houses in dreams reflect your state of mind. The dwelling place of your soul-the state of the house reflects your state of mind. With this being an old house, maybe you have some old, out of date attitudes?? And with moving to Canada, and you speaking english very fluently, I would say that Canada represents a pretty big change is going on in your life at the time of this dream. When someone is trying to kill you in your dreams, that does represent being attacked...verbally. Are you fighting with someone? Anytime you are trying to kill someone in a dream, in tends to represent your need or desire to kill something off-to end something in your life-be it a relationahip or friendship or whatever. Whats going on in your life that is changing...and what has to end in order for that change to take place???I had some dream that I was buying a house in Canada, and that I had hired a real estate agent to help me find the type of house I wanted (I never get to find out why do I want a house in Canada though). That I am told by several friends up there that that particular real estate guy is real creepy, and is very secrecive but that I don't pay attention. Then things go crazy when he takes me to see a house that he thinks might catch my attention (its a big wooden house... kind of the type of house they built in the late 1800s in North America?) he then starts trying to kill me while I am inside the house by trying to hit me with a coffee table.... that then what ensues is a big fight in which the last thing I remember is my running after him all over that house with the leg of a table in my hand trying to bash him with it.
Let me know.
And Millyndaisy, I think maybe you should go to the shelter...maybe your kitten soul mate is there waiting for you to adopt her!!
Everyone else, I am analyzing now as we speak. Gratefulbear, you are on my list and I should have yours done by this afternoon.
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Interesting dream! Let me ask you...are you having problems with your current boyfriend? Are you not happy with the physical aspect of the relationship? Or maybe hes not as affectionate as you need him to be. Kissing in dreams represents speech, verbal expression. It usually signifies communicating, but it could mean an initiation or a betrayal. I think that you had/have a crush on this guy, and maybe you are wondering "what might have been, if...." and instead of admitting it while you're conscious, you are admitting it while sleeping. Think about this and see how it pertains to your life now. If you are not happy with your current boyfriend, than maybe you need to try to work that out?!Originally Posted by GratefulBear629
Ok. Hopefully you can help. I have been having dreams, off and on, of the same guy for the past year or so. I sat behind him in english class senior year. We were never friends or anything but we talked almost every day. But I was one of the "weird" kids and he was a star baseball player... and not to mention very good looking.
So anyhoo, last night I had another dream about him.
I had gone out shopping to this new store. I had found a bunch of shirts I liked but for some reason set them down. Then all the lights went out.. they were having a concert or something.. so I couldn't find them. I ended up getting a frame but when I brought it to the counter they told me the total was $27, not $9 as I thought it was supposed to be. So I told them I didn't want it and left to go to my car. He worked there and was leaving to. We noticed each other and he came over to me and gave me a hug which lead to kissing.I don't remember much of the dream after that only that I was afraid to tell my boyfriend (my current one) that we wanted to be together.
Do you have any idea why I would continously dream about this guy who I was never even really close to?
Maybe we're soul mates?
I figured you would say most of those things. lol I am have some trouble in my current relationship. More though that I am not affectionate -- just not sure if I want to be with him for the rest of my life. And, as time goes on, I am getting more and more stuck. (Will be 4 years in a week!!)
I have thought before what if I had the courage to tell this boy I like him.. what would my life be like. (Probably the same way it is now.. just knowing that this boy didn't like me lol) But I guess it's too late to find out now.
Thanks very much for your help though. You have quite a talent!
I have thought before what if I had the courage to tell this boy I like him.. what would my life be like. (Probably the same way it is now.. just knowing that this boy didn't like me lol) But I guess it's too late to find out now.
Thanks very much for your help though. You have quite a talent!
Diane... thanks for the PM... by all means thanks.
Last night I had yet another dream.
In this particular dream, I have some very very old family member... like in his 90s, like a great grandfather or such and that he is terminally ill, and that I even bring him to the hospital, and that he's dying. That I am in a hospital waiting room when I am told he's going terminal now, that they can try to save him but the possibilities that he will die in the attempt anyway are like 99 percent and that I say no, he won't die in the middle of the operation. That I am right there with him when he dies and that I just hold his hand and calmly walk out of the room... I have a certain sober and bitter feeling... but not exactly of deep sadness... it was that old feeling of "he lived such a full and effective life, one can't be sad over his death".
Last night I had yet another dream.
In this particular dream, I have some very very old family member... like in his 90s, like a great grandfather or such and that he is terminally ill, and that I even bring him to the hospital, and that he's dying. That I am in a hospital waiting room when I am told he's going terminal now, that they can try to save him but the possibilities that he will die in the attempt anyway are like 99 percent and that I say no, he won't die in the middle of the operation. That I am right there with him when he dies and that I just hold his hand and calmly walk out of the room... I have a certain sober and bitter feeling... but not exactly of deep sadness... it was that old feeling of "he lived such a full and effective life, one can't be sad over his death".
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Okay.....you are another one that needs to take their dream to a producer and say: "turn this into a movie" and would make a fortune. Wow. It took me awhile, because I picked this dream apart piece by piece. Let me list all of the important parts that I picked out, and then I will try to analyze it!
Man: This represents your masuline self-the part of your personality that is assertive, takes actions and makes decisions.
Army: Symbolizes an overpowering force working against you. You may feel out numbered or pressured by something. It can also point that you have feelings of superiority, no one is any match for you.
Pendant: represents your relationships and the desire you have for unconditional love. You feel connected to someone. May be feeling emotionally touched by someone or some situation.
Hair, crewcut: (I am guessing at this one.) Cut your ideas short. Hair is your thoughts and ideas. The fact that its black, could mean mysterious, unknown or negative ideas and thoughts.
Train: represents conformity, and to go along with what everyone else is doing. You have the need to do things in an orderly and sequential manner. The fact that you were on the train, is symbolic of your lifes journey and suggests that you are on the right track in life and headed in the right direction. Alternatively to that, you tend to worry needlessly over a situation that will prove to work out in the end.
House: The house is you, your state of mind, the dwelling place of your soul-your state of mind. The condition of the house points to how you feel at that point. Its cinderblock...so its kind of cold, empty.
Praying hands: (this is also a guesstimate) Hands signify unity-completeness-acceptance or agreement. If in a negative view, it could mean that you are close minded, ungiving or unwilling to help. Praying is to signify a need to turn over some matter to a higher force and let it go. You need to learn to relinquish and let go of your worries. So, if I put these two together...I am thinking that you need to accept some things, and move on.
Guns: Signify aggression, anger and potential danger. Like maybe your temper is on a "hair trigger". The fact that the guns are stationary may mean that you have this anger for some time.
Uniform: This means that in waking life, you are conforming too much, and living in too much of a regimented manner. You may need to try to fit in a little more and stop going against the crowd all of the time.
UFO: These can mean so many different things: you've found your spiritual purpose in life, or you may be feeling alienated from those around you. Or maybe you need to be more grounded and come back to reality...or maybe theres something very unfamiliar to you.
Mist: (I feel like this is significant) Anytime mist appears in a dream it usually points to confusion and unhappiness in your home life and in an uncertain future. The fact that you saw others leads me to believe that you will gain from the misfortune of others.
Zombies: Suggests physical and emotional detachment from surrounding people/situation.
Running: the fact that you are running from something (zombies) means that maybe there is something in your waking life that you are trying to avoid.
Closet: Symbolizes something in your life that you have kept hidden. And when you came out of the closet (no double entendres, here.) you unveiled aspects of yourself that you have had hidden.
Dog: (I thought it was siginificant) This indicates that there is a skill that has either been ignored or forgotten-but it needs to be activated-instincts may need to work.
Razorwire (barbed wire): Represents difficulty breaking through or getting a point across. It can also mean being confined to specific boundaries.
I think that when you had this dream there was something going on in your life that you needed to be more assertive about, and make the decision. I also think that your thoughts were "cut short" and that led to some negative thoughts. I believe the pendant was your need to be loved and accepted unconditionally. But something left you cold. Almost distant. Maybe unapproachable? The praying hands on the pendant was a signal that you needed acceptance...but that you need to let something go...relinquish your concerns and worries in order to reach "the end" of these feelings (hence why your pendant meant the end.) I believe you are definitely your own person...but maybe instead of constantly "swimming against the current", you needed to flow with it, and let it take you where it will. Is/was there something, a part of you, that you bury and keep hidden, because you don't want anyone else to know about it?
This is pretty difficult to decipher because there is so much, and without a lot of details, I can only give you what I think are significant symbols and what they mean. Let me know what you think about this and give me some feedback on it. I can then maybe try to analyze it a little deeper.
Thanks.
Man: This represents your masuline self-the part of your personality that is assertive, takes actions and makes decisions.
Army: Symbolizes an overpowering force working against you. You may feel out numbered or pressured by something. It can also point that you have feelings of superiority, no one is any match for you.
Pendant: represents your relationships and the desire you have for unconditional love. You feel connected to someone. May be feeling emotionally touched by someone or some situation.
Hair, crewcut: (I am guessing at this one.) Cut your ideas short. Hair is your thoughts and ideas. The fact that its black, could mean mysterious, unknown or negative ideas and thoughts.
Train: represents conformity, and to go along with what everyone else is doing. You have the need to do things in an orderly and sequential manner. The fact that you were on the train, is symbolic of your lifes journey and suggests that you are on the right track in life and headed in the right direction. Alternatively to that, you tend to worry needlessly over a situation that will prove to work out in the end.
House: The house is you, your state of mind, the dwelling place of your soul-your state of mind. The condition of the house points to how you feel at that point. Its cinderblock...so its kind of cold, empty.
Praying hands: (this is also a guesstimate) Hands signify unity-completeness-acceptance or agreement. If in a negative view, it could mean that you are close minded, ungiving or unwilling to help. Praying is to signify a need to turn over some matter to a higher force and let it go. You need to learn to relinquish and let go of your worries. So, if I put these two together...I am thinking that you need to accept some things, and move on.
Guns: Signify aggression, anger and potential danger. Like maybe your temper is on a "hair trigger". The fact that the guns are stationary may mean that you have this anger for some time.
Uniform: This means that in waking life, you are conforming too much, and living in too much of a regimented manner. You may need to try to fit in a little more and stop going against the crowd all of the time.
UFO: These can mean so many different things: you've found your spiritual purpose in life, or you may be feeling alienated from those around you. Or maybe you need to be more grounded and come back to reality...or maybe theres something very unfamiliar to you.
Mist: (I feel like this is significant) Anytime mist appears in a dream it usually points to confusion and unhappiness in your home life and in an uncertain future. The fact that you saw others leads me to believe that you will gain from the misfortune of others.
Zombies: Suggests physical and emotional detachment from surrounding people/situation.
Running: the fact that you are running from something (zombies) means that maybe there is something in your waking life that you are trying to avoid.
Closet: Symbolizes something in your life that you have kept hidden. And when you came out of the closet (no double entendres, here.) you unveiled aspects of yourself that you have had hidden.
Dog: (I thought it was siginificant) This indicates that there is a skill that has either been ignored or forgotten-but it needs to be activated-instincts may need to work.
Razorwire (barbed wire): Represents difficulty breaking through or getting a point across. It can also mean being confined to specific boundaries.
I think that when you had this dream there was something going on in your life that you needed to be more assertive about, and make the decision. I also think that your thoughts were "cut short" and that led to some negative thoughts. I believe the pendant was your need to be loved and accepted unconditionally. But something left you cold. Almost distant. Maybe unapproachable? The praying hands on the pendant was a signal that you needed acceptance...but that you need to let something go...relinquish your concerns and worries in order to reach "the end" of these feelings (hence why your pendant meant the end.) I believe you are definitely your own person...but maybe instead of constantly "swimming against the current", you needed to flow with it, and let it take you where it will. Is/was there something, a part of you, that you bury and keep hidden, because you don't want anyone else to know about it?
This is pretty difficult to decipher because there is so much, and without a lot of details, I can only give you what I think are significant symbols and what they mean. Let me know what you think about this and give me some feedback on it. I can then maybe try to analyze it a little deeper.
Thanks.
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Victor,
You're welcome for the PM, I hope it helped.
A grandfather in a dream represent your wiser, more mature, masuline self. Hospitals are your need to heal, to be taken care of. And death represents change: the old dying off to make way for the new. The end of an issue or a relationship. Maybe theres an old issue that needs to die. And maybe you let it go?
