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I was in a large house, with all members of my family, and my husband was there. My friend's mother was going to do laundry, but I stopped her and told her I needed to wash mine, because someone had spilled tea on my suitcase. So I started washing clothes, and went to pack up the rest of my things, for whatever reason. I went downstairs to an unfinished basement, and everyone was watching a smallish TV. I asked, "does anyone know where I could find my wayward husband?" They all pointed to a bedroom in the back. I went in the room. There was a bed, but it hadn't any sheets on it. On the mattress itself, in black ink, were notes and messages I understood to be written by the two of us previously. I handed him a newspaper article, and told him that when he gets out of jail, not to try and find me. I told him that I love him. He asked why I didn't want him to find me. I asked him, "do you know what happens to people in jail?" He nodded, and then his eyes welled up with tears. I pulled my knees up to my chest, and rested my head on my knees, and watched him cry. I wanted to take back the part about him not finding me, because it hurt me to see him hurt, and I knew I would miss him. Then I started crying. My phone went off, in my dream, but also in real life. It was a text message, and it woke me up. I reached up on the bedside table to grab my phone, and spilled my tea from last night.
Isn't it weird how dreams can affect mood so intensely?
Isn't it weird how dreams can affect mood so intensely?
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Driving at night in the center lane on Woodward Ave on Wayne State's campus. There were two funeral processions, one directly to my right... one on the opposite side of the road in the far right lane. Lights were off on the Hearse's...
perhaps i drank too much wine last night. I am not severely creeped out as I am calmer today than I have been in weeks. Part of the reason I've been silent here because I have been on the fritz.
Just not sure what to make of the dream though.
perhaps i drank too much wine last night. I am not severely creeped out as I am calmer today than I have been in weeks. Part of the reason I've been silent here because I have been on the fritz.
Just not sure what to make of the dream though.
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now the sun turns off its light....
Princess Leah Snuggiebunny Goldi Locks huggybear, I read some of the waking stuff you have posted on this matter. Apparently your unconscious is backing your conscious decisions.
Wellnowonder, such lovely symmetry. Cool light less hearses.
Princess Leah Snuggiebunny Goldi Locks huggybear, I read some of the waking stuff you have posted on this matter. Apparently your unconscious is backing your conscious decisions.
Wellnowonder, such lovely symmetry. Cool light less hearses.
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I have had a few dreams over the years that have felt impactful. This one I had towards the end of this past summer.
I walked into a small, two-story wooden building, which upon entering, I realized it was a small vendor of fresh fruits and vegetables. The man at the counter had jet black hair and a interesting shine in his eyes. All of the stands were overflowing with a bounty of fresh, plump fruit. I especially remember the tangerines. They were almost so saturated in deep tones that they gave off a red color. He insisted I sample his produce, and in fact, that it take as much as I want. Each piece of fruit I ate was amazing. The taste was stunning. What made this much more pecualiar was, as I took a piece of fruit another reappeared in its place. Nothing ever went empty. As I noticed this the man gave this grin which felt a little dirty. I asked him his secret to these wonders. He told me I don't want to know, but I insisted. He gave me a look saying "its your funeral," and took me up a narrow and dark cellar that was directly behind the cashiers desk. The fruit was so enticing one wouldn't notice their surroundings. We came up to the attic, which was empty except for a single oil lamp in the middle, with three deformed and cartoonishly warped people sitting in a triangle around it. I walked up to one who was almost a blob, with sad eyes and a continous trail of saliva running from his mouth. The second figure was long thin, angular, and maniacal, who seemed as though he was smoking something. This soot spewed out of his mouth. The third wouldn't stop moving around and would twist and deform as he continued, mouth gaping wide. He seemed to be doing something sexual though I wasn't sure. These three figures were the slaves of this man, who seemed to be wrapped up in some state so they would merely work day and night to some how produce this fruit. As I looked up at the man in a strange tense state I woke up.
I walked into a small, two-story wooden building, which upon entering, I realized it was a small vendor of fresh fruits and vegetables. The man at the counter had jet black hair and a interesting shine in his eyes. All of the stands were overflowing with a bounty of fresh, plump fruit. I especially remember the tangerines. They were almost so saturated in deep tones that they gave off a red color. He insisted I sample his produce, and in fact, that it take as much as I want. Each piece of fruit I ate was amazing. The taste was stunning. What made this much more pecualiar was, as I took a piece of fruit another reappeared in its place. Nothing ever went empty. As I noticed this the man gave this grin which felt a little dirty. I asked him his secret to these wonders. He told me I don't want to know, but I insisted. He gave me a look saying "its your funeral," and took me up a narrow and dark cellar that was directly behind the cashiers desk. The fruit was so enticing one wouldn't notice their surroundings. We came up to the attic, which was empty except for a single oil lamp in the middle, with three deformed and cartoonishly warped people sitting in a triangle around it. I walked up to one who was almost a blob, with sad eyes and a continous trail of saliva running from his mouth. The second figure was long thin, angular, and maniacal, who seemed as though he was smoking something. This soot spewed out of his mouth. The third wouldn't stop moving around and would twist and deform as he continued, mouth gaping wide. He seemed to be doing something sexual though I wasn't sure. These three figures were the slaves of this man, who seemed to be wrapped up in some state so they would merely work day and night to some how produce this fruit. As I looked up at the man in a strange tense state I woke up.
I have been playing with my dreams lately.
It was once suggested to me that I ask myself something before I go to sleep and to concentrate on that as I fall asleep.. When I awake and recall my dream, something would be revealed.
I had a few good experiences and did indeed find something.
So I tried it again recently. what do you make of this..?
I dreamed that I was sleeping with my ex wife. Just sleep, not sexual. well I was coming to bed, not in bed yet.. and beside the bed was a computer desk
and on the desk the monitor had been placed so that the screen was pointing up to the ceiling. nothing else seemed to be moved.
She turned to me and I asked her " Why did you turn all my stuff up to the SKY?
She replied " You know? I used to have a rubber fetish but now I am just a "pin the tail on the donkey" kind of person".
I wrote this down as soon as I woke up.. I cant make heads or tails
It was once suggested to me that I ask myself something before I go to sleep and to concentrate on that as I fall asleep.. When I awake and recall my dream, something would be revealed.
I had a few good experiences and did indeed find something.
So I tried it again recently. what do you make of this..?
I dreamed that I was sleeping with my ex wife. Just sleep, not sexual. well I was coming to bed, not in bed yet.. and beside the bed was a computer desk
and on the desk the monitor had been placed so that the screen was pointing up to the ceiling. nothing else seemed to be moved.
She turned to me and I asked her " Why did you turn all my stuff up to the SKY?
She replied " You know? I used to have a rubber fetish but now I am just a "pin the tail on the donkey" kind of person".
I wrote this down as soon as I woke up.. I cant make heads or tails
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Kinda sensing some shadow material here. The grotesque underpinnings of a beautiful persona. These three figures may represent parts of your personality that you have been encouraged to repress or to regulate. And yet they are responsible for the tastiest parts of you. Try pondering these three images and play with them in you mind. Could be that what you see as debits and weaknesses in you self are infact strengths.
Kinda sensing some shadow material here. The grotesque underpinnings of a beautiful persona. These three figures may represent parts of your personality that you have been encouraged to repress or to regulate. And yet they are responsible for the tastiest parts of you. Try pondering these three images and play with them in you mind. Could be that what you see as debits and weaknesses in you self are infact strengths.
Note; Before I went to sleep I was thinking of my psychologist.
I had a dream last night that I was sitting in a court chamber.
I was seated in the middle of the chamber, the chamber was circular in design.
Sitting in front of me, looking at me, were two women. One of them I recognized, she was my psychologist (INFJ) the other was a thin maori woman who had features similar to my mother.
I looked at my psychologist and asked why I was here. She said "you are about to be judged." I felt uneasy inside, I had no idea what crime I was about to be judged for.
I saw figures, seated in the shadows. I looked up at them. For the ones I could see I could make out their facial features.
I remember a man rising up from his seat - who's features were similar to my father - pointing his fore finger at me he said "You have nothing to complain about, what pain have you suffered!?" I saw the other's stand in agreement. I remember rising from my chair As I heard the shouting of people around me, I stared at down at the ground, thinking to myself "Why? I don't understand, what is the meaning of all of this." feeling frustration and confusion within I looked up, I realised everyone was gone except for the two women before me, the thin maori woman looked at me and said "They are right, you are nothing but a coward and a weakling." "But why?" I asked. "You must face them." said my psychologist.
I thought she was referring to the figures that were standing in the dark.
The doors to the chamber opened and I saw the light to outside. I stood and walked towards the door. I remember being handed a broad sword. "Huh?" I responded and then I saw a large demonic figure in the distance amongst a forest of trees. Looking down at my sword I said "Now I understand, you want me to face my demons?" I turned around, my psychologist nodded her head.
I gripped firmly onto the sword and walked out into the forest. "I am ready." I whispered. The demonic figure looked down into my eyes. I stood my ground, I raised my sword, preparing to attack.
That was the moment I woke up.
My dreams don't seem to fit very well together as far as events goes.
I had a dream last night that I was sitting in a court chamber.
I was seated in the middle of the chamber, the chamber was circular in design.
Sitting in front of me, looking at me, were two women. One of them I recognized, she was my psychologist (INFJ) the other was a thin maori woman who had features similar to my mother.
I looked at my psychologist and asked why I was here. She said "you are about to be judged." I felt uneasy inside, I had no idea what crime I was about to be judged for.
I saw figures, seated in the shadows. I looked up at them. For the ones I could see I could make out their facial features.
I remember a man rising up from his seat - who's features were similar to my father - pointing his fore finger at me he said "You have nothing to complain about, what pain have you suffered!?" I saw the other's stand in agreement. I remember rising from my chair As I heard the shouting of people around me, I stared at down at the ground, thinking to myself "Why? I don't understand, what is the meaning of all of this." feeling frustration and confusion within I looked up, I realised everyone was gone except for the two women before me, the thin maori woman looked at me and said "They are right, you are nothing but a coward and a weakling." "But why?" I asked. "You must face them." said my psychologist.
I thought she was referring to the figures that were standing in the dark.
The doors to the chamber opened and I saw the light to outside. I stood and walked towards the door. I remember being handed a broad sword. "Huh?" I responded and then I saw a large demonic figure in the distance amongst a forest of trees. Looking down at my sword I said "Now I understand, you want me to face my demons?" I turned around, my psychologist nodded her head.
I gripped firmly onto the sword and walked out into the forest. "I am ready." I whispered. The demonic figure looked down into my eyes. I stood my ground, I raised my sword, preparing to attack.
That was the moment I woke up.
My dreams don't seem to fit very well together as far as events goes.
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laurie
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I had a pretty strange dream last night.
It started off with me, as a guy, walking into a huge cave filled with cobwebs and trying to find something, but couldn't. Then I heard a loud noise and ran out.
The dream changed to me, as a girl, sitting on a bus with my friends holding a cushion and heading for a place called the book barn (it's basically a barn converted to a used book shop). I was wondering how many stops it was, 'cause I'd only been there once and walked it. The journey seemed to go on for a while and I was getting more anxious. Then an old man sitting near us asked how we were going to tell which stop it was to which we had no answer. Then I saw a sign post with the name 'book barn' on it and knew we should get off there.
As we were leaving the bus, the old man asked us all if we'd brought cushions and my friends all answered yes, even though they hadn't and I knew they were lying.
It was pretty weird XD
It started off with me, as a guy, walking into a huge cave filled with cobwebs and trying to find something, but couldn't. Then I heard a loud noise and ran out.
The dream changed to me, as a girl, sitting on a bus with my friends holding a cushion and heading for a place called the book barn (it's basically a barn converted to a used book shop). I was wondering how many stops it was, 'cause I'd only been there once and walked it. The journey seemed to go on for a while and I was getting more anxious. Then an old man sitting near us asked how we were going to tell which stop it was to which we had no answer. Then I saw a sign post with the name 'book barn' on it and knew we should get off there.
As we were leaving the bus, the old man asked us all if we'd brought cushions and my friends all answered yes, even though they hadn't and I knew they were lying.
It was pretty weird XD
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Ever had a dream like this?
I've never had a dream like this:
All pitch black, with my mind working hard to conjure an image or rather, call it into focus. It was one hazy image amid the blackness and it was difficult to keep it in visual. I can explain the effort to do so by likening it to using one of those silly old-timey pedal-a-watt stationary bike power generators.. It was like my mind was working so hard to pedal against much resistence just to keep this image lit.
It was someone I know, and he was just standing there talking. I couldn't hear him, just little snippets of speech (which I don't remember).
It was so strange, my brain struggling so hard to dream. The effort of it woke me up and I was unbelievably thirsty. It felt like I had just run a dozen miles.
I've never had a dream like this:
All pitch black, with my mind working hard to conjure an image or rather, call it into focus. It was one hazy image amid the blackness and it was difficult to keep it in visual. I can explain the effort to do so by likening it to using one of those silly old-timey pedal-a-watt stationary bike power generators.. It was like my mind was working so hard to pedal against much resistence just to keep this image lit.
It was someone I know, and he was just standing there talking. I couldn't hear him, just little snippets of speech (which I don't remember).
It was so strange, my brain struggling so hard to dream. The effort of it woke me up and I was unbelievably thirsty. It felt like I had just run a dozen miles.
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I dreamed this Idea that if Newton could have replaced Merlin in history like 'CT Yankee in King Aurthur's court', and if later Obama or Mandela could have replaced Newton. Then world would have understanding of Newtonian physics in the 800s and understanding of post racialism in the 1600s
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I had a pretty disturbing dream the other night and I can't shake it now.
I dreamt that I was hanging around in this garden with an old, rickety house. There was a tiger prowling around the premises and I was with an unidentified child. I was so terrified of the tiger when I saw it, I ran, knowingly leaving the child behind while I booked it back into the house. I had to bar all the windows and remembered that there was a cellar door it could get into; I barred that too without considering the logistics of why a tiger would even want to break into the house. All I remember feeling was ashamed that I had acted so cowardly and let an innocent child be mauled by this beast (I never actually saw what happened to the kid, nor did I actually know the kid) while I sat shaking in the house, scared that it would come after me next and I had nothing to defend myself with.
I woke up panting, and feeling utterly disgusted with myself. It was probably one of my most disturbing dreams in a while.
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Anyone want to take a stab at interpreting?
I dreamt that I was hanging around in this garden with an old, rickety house. There was a tiger prowling around the premises and I was with an unidentified child. I was so terrified of the tiger when I saw it, I ran, knowingly leaving the child behind while I booked it back into the house. I had to bar all the windows and remembered that there was a cellar door it could get into; I barred that too without considering the logistics of why a tiger would even want to break into the house. All I remember feeling was ashamed that I had acted so cowardly and let an innocent child be mauled by this beast (I never actually saw what happened to the kid, nor did I actually know the kid) while I sat shaking in the house, scared that it would come after me next and I had nothing to defend myself with.
I woke up panting, and feeling utterly disgusted with myself. It was probably one of my most disturbing dreams in a while.
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Anyone want to take a stab at interpreting?
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dreaming of the child
"{2} The child may be a symbol of your true self, that which is essentially you and which you are capable of unfolding. That fact that your real self is represented by a child suggests that your true self is a beautiful unspoilt product of Nature; that it is worthy of unreserved love; and that it needs the nourishment of your love if it is to grow and unfold all its loveliness." http://www.mythsdreamssymbols.com/dschild.html
This is a lovely dream,(not pleasant but really cool) it could be that you are having glimpses of your individuation. Much of Jungian psychology revolves around this process. The self, the divine child, that part of you which is pure and truly meaningful, has made and appearance in you dreams. I have seen the ego described as a complex of the self.
It could be that what you are up to in this moment is detrimental to your individuation. Tigers attacking the house... take a breath, look at what you are getting into, where you are expending your psychic energy. This is a great dream, think about it, chew on it.
"{2} The child may be a symbol of your true self, that which is essentially you and which you are capable of unfolding. That fact that your real self is represented by a child suggests that your true self is a beautiful unspoilt product of Nature; that it is worthy of unreserved love; and that it needs the nourishment of your love if it is to grow and unfold all its loveliness." http://www.mythsdreamssymbols.com/dschild.html
This is a lovely dream,(not pleasant but really cool) it could be that you are having glimpses of your individuation. Much of Jungian psychology revolves around this process. The self, the divine child, that part of you which is pure and truly meaningful, has made and appearance in you dreams. I have seen the ego described as a complex of the self.
It could be that what you are up to in this moment is detrimental to your individuation. Tigers attacking the house... take a breath, look at what you are getting into, where you are expending your psychic energy. This is a great dream, think about it, chew on it.
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I hope this makes some sense.
The first thought that came to mind is about your inner child - could the child you left behind be a representation of somehow abandoning yourself in time of need, or shrinking away from standing up for yourself (for your needs/innermost desires) in some way in favour of doing something that is more safe, accepted, or recognized? This isn't the impression I generally have of you, but since it's a dream (and I think anything goes with dreams), it was the first possibility that came to mind.
Could the dream also represent (possibly unwarranted) reactions of guilt or disappointment over something not working out as you wished it had? Perhaps for yourself or for someone/others around you? I recall you mentioning that you tend to be a safe shoulder for your family and friends, that you know they know they can rely on you, so the role of protector could have very obviously transferred over into the dream.
I wish I had more insight to offer. :\
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I think some of my most disturbing dreams are the one's I can't remember but that I act out in my sleep. My wife told me about this one:
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(I'm sitting up in bed and banging the mattress with a closed fist)
My Wife: What are you doing?
Me: I'm squashing the ducks.
My Wife: Why?
Me: So that I can eat them. (Nom, Nom, Nom) <--I moved my hand to my mouth and proceeded to eat them.
(then I lie back down and snore)
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I'm glad I don't remember that one.
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(I'm sitting up in bed and banging the mattress with a closed fist)
My Wife: What are you doing?
Me: I'm squashing the ducks.
My Wife: Why?
Me: So that I can eat them. (Nom, Nom, Nom) <--I moved my hand to my mouth and proceeded to eat them.
(then I lie back down and snore)
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I'm glad I don't remember that one.
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I talk in my sleep, talk back if asked something, sit in my bed, I don't think that I ever got out of it, at least never when someone else was sleeping in the same room.
As for the dreams part, here are some of my gems.
Last year I was dreaming about having sex with myself, like an older version of myself but in my dream I thought of her as of my friend. It was really sensual and I liked it. Too clarify something about this, I do appreciate woman's body and beauty but I'm not bisexual, so this was a strange thing for me to dream, let alone the part that both persons were me in fact.
And during last fall I had a series of dreams of being pregnant, where every dream was of pregnancy closer to giving birth and finishing with the dream of actually giving one. Every dream was extremely colorful, vivid, full of smells, different sensations, and the final one about actual birth was even painful to some extent. I wasn't scared, but excited. To clarify this one, I never gave birth and I'm not planing pregnancy so this made no sense to me.
One of my most recurring dreams is about wide, deep, slow and fresh water rivers. Sometimes I'm bathing in one, sometimes I'm just sitting by one, or some part of my dream in general takes place near one. For me this dreams are very pleasant, I like them the most, they have extremely calming effect on me, and recently I started dreaming rivers again. It's been a long time since last time dreaming about one or at least remembering about dreaming of one.
As for the dreams part, here are some of my gems.
Last year I was dreaming about having sex with myself, like an older version of myself but in my dream I thought of her as of my friend. It was really sensual and I liked it. Too clarify something about this, I do appreciate woman's body and beauty but I'm not bisexual, so this was a strange thing for me to dream, let alone the part that both persons were me in fact.
And during last fall I had a series of dreams of being pregnant, where every dream was of pregnancy closer to giving birth and finishing with the dream of actually giving one. Every dream was extremely colorful, vivid, full of smells, different sensations, and the final one about actual birth was even painful to some extent. I wasn't scared, but excited. To clarify this one, I never gave birth and I'm not planing pregnancy so this made no sense to me.
One of my most recurring dreams is about wide, deep, slow and fresh water rivers. Sometimes I'm bathing in one, sometimes I'm just sitting by one, or some part of my dream in general takes place near one. For me this dreams are very pleasant, I like them the most, they have extremely calming effect on me, and recently I started dreaming rivers again. It's been a long time since last time dreaming about one or at least remembering about dreaming of one.
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I had a dream last night that my ex-boyfriend's girlfriend (who happens to hate me) was one of my best friends. We were hanging out, and she made a move on me. Turned out, she had a penis! Who would have guessed?!
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two nights ago I had a dream that I was prescribed a certain antidepressant. After getting home and looking at the bottle, i noticed it had an odd label. On the back it said "Taking this medicine has been clinically proven to significantly reduce the use and effectiveness of the cognitive process known as Ni."
Then i woke up thinking what a strange dream.
Then i woke up thinking what a strange dream.