What have you been dreaming about lately?

[aliantha]

I could totally see Rigel doing Sinatra.

[Shuram Gudatetris]

A long time ago, a couple or few years ago probably, I came up with the idea that I can use my lucid dreams to learn more about myself....

So, last night I was having a nice normal typical dream. But then the dream kept changing too much and I realized that I was dreaming. Shortly after that realization, I remembered something I have been wanting to do for a while. I asked “myself” to show me one of my “Secret rooms”, because I have been wanting to sort through some of the repressed stuff that I can't quite fathom.

So, having asked the question of myself, I kind of know where to go. I float into a shop, and there are these stairs. I say to myself that I know these stairs, they turn turn 90 degrees half way up, and if I follow these stairs, somewhere before the top I will find a secret door that will take me to the room.

Sure enough, as I go up the stairs, when they are supposed to turn, instead there is an opening that leads into an unfinished, attic-like room, but it is very tall room, and I have come out toward the ceiling next to a pile of of stuffed animals and stuff. Giant pile. The higher in the pile, the larger the stuffed animals.

There is one huge giant stuffed animal sitting on the floor, leaning against the pile. It is blue and white. I ask myself, what is the significance of a blue and white teddy bear? I can't/don't remember anything like this. So I try to commit it to memory. Then I say to myself, what is the deal with that pile? Am I hiding something under it? I am a little scared of what is hidden, but a little curious, too.

So I crawl into the room and start dismantling the pile, digging toward the bottom. As the animals get smaller, they start turning into clothes, until I am just clearing away dirty clothes off the pile. The clothes are musty and nasty smelling. I finally have the pile almost cleared and I start to realize that just a few more layers down there will be a dead body, and I am terrified, but I make myself continue.

There is just one layer of clothes left on the dead body. I don't want to see who it is, but I know I have to. I pull the shirt off the face. And I don't recognize who it is. I stare for a few minutes. I start thinking that maybe it is me, and I just don't recognize my own face. There is only one way to know for sure. I have to look at the scars. So I start taking the clothe soff the corpse to look for my scars. The body is cold and slimy feeling. I get the shirt off and there are my scars. I know it is me.

I am crying now. I don't know what it means, but I know I don't want anybody to find this, so I try to bury it again. But I can't get the clothes piled up like they were before, you can tell there is a dead body. But I keep trying. Suddenly, the body jumps up, clothes dangling and draped over it, I am scared and try to crawl/hide into the corner of the room. I don't want it to get me.

But then I remember that I have to face it, I promised myself I would stand up to it. So I stand up and put up my fists. There is myself, shirtless, muscularly ripped and angry. I look very intimidating to myself, but I suddenly don't FEEL intimidated. It is me, and I know all of my moves. So we start fighting. I remember looking at my face and thinking, wow that is an angry face, but there is something admirable about it. I think I woke up while I was still fighting.

I have no idea what to make of it, but it is kind of interesting stuff I suppose. The scars I mentioned are self-inflicted scars from cutting myself. Maybe there is some meaning to the fact that I couldn't recognize myself without seeing the scars first. Weird.

The “before-dream” was kind ordinary stuff for me. I was driving around Colorado Springs trying to find a house where there was a birthday party, but I took a wrong turn into a parking lot. My car transformed into a bicycle in the parking lot. I left the parking lot and was riding my bike down a small town's business section, and suddenly that small town transformed into one I knew: Falls City. (I remember thinking when it happened, Oh no! I didn't want to be in Falls City!) Then my bike disappeared, and I was floating along in the air controlling myself with a nintendo controller (original nintendo). That was the point I realized I was dreaming.

EDIT:
I just noticed the date. My mom died on this day 20 years ago. I wonder if my sub-conscious factored that in, seeings how I found a dead body.

[Cambo]

^WOW

[Cameraman Jenn]

That's a pretty intense dream....

[Holsety]

Then my bike disappeared, and I was floating along in the air controlling myself with a nintendo controller (original nintendo).

This is too cool.

[Shaun das Schaf]

What Cambo said.

And also, I'm moved by the courage and wisdom you showed in your dream. I know how hard it is to tell yourself to stand and face the fear and like yourself, I've had some interesting experiences when I can manage it.

Anyway, you seem to have already got something out of what sounds like an intensely meaningful dream. Hope the meaning/growth keeps coming.

Oh and hello, I don't think we've met before.

[Shuram Gudatetris]

Then my bike disappeared, and I was floating along in the air controlling myself with a nintendo controller (original nintendo).

This is too cool.

I thought it was awesome, too Up/down was making me go higher and lower, left/right was steering, and i was holding the "A" button to go.

Oh and hello, I don't think we've met before.

Hello. Pleased to meet you.

[Shuram Gudatetris]

So I had a sort of sequel dream last night to the previous one I posted.


I was driving along on a highway I drive frequently when I head home after visiting my friends Craig and Jess. Only instead of going home, I was driving to Craig and Jess's, as the had just recently moved across the river.

When I got to Rulo, the town that sits right next to the river, I realized I was still driving 65 mph, I forgot to cancel the cruise when I came into town. I immediately stomped on the breaks because I was worried about getting pulled over. Then a helicopter's spotlight shown down on me and I knew I had been clocked by the aircraft, and they were highlighting me so the ground cops knew which car to pull over.

But instead of following me, the light shot out ahead of me and went down an alley, and I knew the light wanted to me to follow it. I looked ahead and I could see a brand new park in Rulo where there didn't use to be one. Well, I said to myself, I don't want to follow that light, I want to go to Craig and Jessica's. So I chose not to follow the light.

Well, I still somehow got confused and and went right instead of left, and found myself on another road that lead to the park. So I immediately turned around, but suddenly I wasn't driving, I was riding a bike, and as I was doing a 180 on my bike to turn around, the pavement was wet and the bike slid out from underneath of me.

I knew the bike was trashed, so I started walking, and suddenly I was walking through that damn park. I said to myself, I don't WANT to be in this damn park, I WANT to go to Craig and Jessica's. So I start walking with determination to leave the park, but I can't get anywhere.

I finally realize that I am dreaming, and I say to myself, ha! You can't keep me here, I can go where ever I want! So I close my eyes, and prepare to teleport myself to Craig and Jess's, but then I further realize that my dream is trying to tell me something, so with my eyes still closed, I say, ok, go ahead and show me whatever you want to show me when I open my eyes. Now I know I am about to see more secrets from deep inside of myself.

So I open my eyes, and I am looking at a big brown teddy bear, lying face down in the grass of the park, just kind of isolated and away from everything. I say to myself, really? More stuffed animals? I tell my “dream” that I don't understand the stuffed animals. Then my dog Rocky comes walking up to me with the tug-o-war rope dangling in his mouth, doing his head bounce he does and prancing around, challenging me to play. I say to myself, well he is not sad, he wants to play even though his leg hurts.

There may have been one more brief segment before I woke up, but can't quite recall. I just vaguely remember seeing one of those half-circle teeter-totter things lying on its side.



Not quite as intense as my previous dream, but some interesting stuff, as far as my car transformed into a bicycle again. And as soon as I asked to look deep inside, I saw a stuffed animal. I have to admit, I have no idea what is up with the stuffed animals. I thought my dog was an interesting symbol. Maybe I should try to live life even though it hurts.

I can't think of any significance regarding parks, though. But wow, I sure did try hard to take myself there.

[Shuram Gudatetris]

I just re-read my dream, and I realize that maybe I should have looked to see if there was anything UNDER that teddy bear, like there was in my last dream. I get goose-flesh thinking about it. I hope I can get back there again.

[aliantha]

Well, here is my quick-and-probably-wrong interpretation. (BTW, I really like this online dream dictionary, altho he seems to go a little overboard when it comes to linking dreams and illness....)

A park is a place of leisure, a place where you go to have fun. Toys are things you play with; so is a Nintendo controller. But a stuffed animal is more of a comfort object, right? And a bicycle (according to the dictionary I linked to above) is indicative of the heart, and of emotional balance.

So the first dream might just be that you were "playing" around with getting to the bottom of the secret, hidden stuff in your past. I find it interesting that your "hidden" self then jumped up and fought with you -- apparently there's some stuff going on that would rather not be uncovered. (Which I suspect is true for all of us! )

In the second dream, it seems to me that you're being invited to play more often -- maybe instead of hanging out with your friends. There's a discarded teddy bear in the park. And your dog brought you a toy.

[Shuram Gudatetris]

Very interesting interpretation, aliantha. I think the gist of what you said coincides with my own interpretation: I think I need to enjoy life more. It kind of cracks me up how hard I tried to take myself to that park, and how hard I resisted.

I find it interesting that your "hidden" self then jumped up and fought with you -- apparently there's some stuff going on that would rather not be uncovered. (Which I suspect is true for all of us! )

More on that note: the night after the first dream in the series, after spending all day thinking about it, mulling over it, analyzing it, when I went to bed, I told myself that I wanted to go back and learn more. Every time I woke up, I told myself that when I go back to sleep I wanted to see more, learn more of what I had seen.

And then I had a pretty terrifying dream which I awoke from screaming. I got up and wrote this after it happened, and thought about posting it, but then changed my mind.

But I feel like this is the second dream in the series, so perhaps I should share:


Me and my brother were driving around Omaha. I saw one street sign that said 30th street. We were in a business section. We kept saying to each other, this looks so familiar. My brother was trying to climb on top of buildings to look around to try to find the house where my mom died. He thought my (evil)step dad would be there and my brother wanted to kill him. Jesse was still trying to get on top of buildings. Two guys came to stop us. They both looked identical. They were large, overweight guys with white hair and white mustaches, and they had a terrifying, creepy aura about them. They chased us. We went around a couple of alleys and then doubled back to the car. At one point, I walked through a motorcycle dealership. I thought maybe my brother and I should exchange clothes so we wouldn't be spotted so easy. He instead thought I wanted to exchange my piece of hard candy for his cigarette. The cigarette looked gross. Then we were driving along again. The houses looked really decrepit. There was this bummy looking guy walking along and I thought he looked like me. I told my brother to slow down and stuck my head out the window to get a closer look at him. He did look like me. I thought, he could be my brother or my uncle, I wonder if he is one of my dad's kids (I do not know who my dad is). Then he looked at me and pulled out two guns, pointed one at each of our heads, and said, give me all your money. Money for gas and crowbars. I put my hands over my head in terror because I knew he was gonna shoot anyway. As I awoke, I realized the man had my mom's face.

The house I was looking for was NOT the house where mom died. I was looking for something that seems so familiar to me, but can't quite picture it, and what I can picture I don't remember ever seeing. I remember a church on a hill to the left, and to the right, two large apartment building sitting across from each other.



I definitely felt like this was me resisting my own invasion of my secrets. It may not sound terrifying, but it was very scary when it happened.

[Holsety]

I am in a room with a friend of mine from high school and some girl I've never met before - but I get the distinct impression she is part of our group. It would be worth mentioning now that for the most part, I don't really have imagery in this dream, so I don't really know what she looks like - except insofar as I can predict that the thing I feel is myself in the dream looks like me, I don't know what I look like in the dream either. There are other people too and we are seated at long tables like students in a classroom. My favorite english teacher from high school is there too.

However, we are not concerned with anything he is saying, and are just conversing amongst ourselves, what about I can't really remember. Then a group of people is trying to get into a small closet at the back of the room. They are discussing whether to try and open the door or not - they do not know if it is locked or unlocked. I get up - not of my own volition, that is to say I don't feel that I am in control of myself - and shove through the group and open the door. I go inside and find a tissue box and blow my nose. I go back out and the classroom is distressed at my presumptuous nature.

I go back and sit with my friend and the unknown. I gather from the conversation at this point, because it is explicit, that my friend is trying to get the attention of another girl in the room so he can find employment with an agency she has some connection with. I begin to make an ass of myself and am brought to the front of the room where the teacher attempts to discipline me. Suddenly I am naked, but no one remarks on it and I feel only a sense of pride that I do not attempt to cover what I consider my ugliness. I have some sort of conversation with the teacher where he essentially asks if I think so little of his opinion of me that I am making of myself such an ass, and I respond that yes, I don't care what he or anyone else in the class thinks. The class and the teacher disperse. My mother enters the room.

As I reclothe myself (note that I did not unclothe myself), she asks what it is I would like to do next. I respond that I would like to die. She argues with me at first but then she recants and asks something like "alright fine, I don't care if you die, how would you like to die?" It feels like a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders and I am finally at ease with my Thanatos - if my parents do not care about my fate, then I can actually do with myself what I will (the assumption made here is that my dad will agree with my mom). I tell her that there is "suicide tourism" in Switzerland and I would like to visit that country and see if I can find freedom there.

Then her head turns into that of a fiery demon and she exclaims something like "I am death, and you will never be out of my power as long as you live in this country. I will come to you at a time of my choosing and you will die in pain and agony if I see fit for you to." Somehow I am made aware in a paranoid way that everyone is a part of this being, not just my mother, and it is as true a fact as if one and one were two. The being menaces towards me and I extend my hands and attempt to strangle it, but doing so only brings my own throat to clench. Realizing this I tighten my grip but it doesn't matter - I can't do it, the grip releases and the dream ends.

[Shuram Gudatetris]

That is a very neat dream Did you take anything away from it? Feelings, realizations, interpretations?

[Holsety]

Not really. The statement about a lack of control over my actions extends throughout the dream, so it's kinda like...don't get me wrong, I'm kind of on board with responsibility to your dreams due to being a TCTC fan, but not when I'm not even a conscious actor in them. It's more like watching a movie: you don't have a chance to interact in it.

[Shuram Gudatetris]

I get off a school bus at a gas station. I feel like I am on a school field trip. Someone is with me, a classmate I suppose, but I don't know who it is. We get an idea that we want to go somewhere. I am not sure where, but we leave the school bus and start walking. There is a barricade in the road. As we walk around it, a fox runs our way. The fox looks right at me and has startling green eyes, almost glowing. The friend with me wants to catch the fox. He chases it around the barricade, but can't catch him. We continue walking. There is a field. We want to go to the other side of the field, but there is a run-down house sitting on our side of the field. We cut through the house's yard. There is a little girl next to a swimming pool and there is a giant cardboard box in the yard. The little girl pulls a dead puppy out of the pool with a pair of salad tongs. "he just won't wake up, no matter how many times I dip him," she tells me. I am heart-broken. I don't want to have to explain to the girl that the puppy died and that is why he won't wake up. I look in the cardboard box. There is the mother dog and other puppies, all dead and rotting. Being a dog-lover, I am crushed by what I see. I know have to take care of the dead dogs by burying them. Before I can get to it, though, I see one little leg twitch inside the box. One puppy is alive. I am grateful, but concerned about how I can nurse him back to health with his mother dead. But closer inspection reveals that all the dogs in the box are alive, barely clinging to life. I am prepared to take them home and nurse them back to health. I wake up.

[Linna Heartbooger]

Wow, how's that one for highs and lows, huh?

[Shuram Gudatetris]

I can't remember the first part of the dream, but I feel like there were events leading up to this.....

I am talking with someone, trying to figure out where I am supposed to go. He keeps giving me vague answers. I can't really remember exactly what I was asking, or what he was telling me, but I was frustrated that he wouldn't give me straight answers. So I ask him, "Why won't you just tell me what I am supposed to do?" He replies, "It is not important for you to have the exact answers. It is only important for you to have faith."

Our conversation is over, and I leave with a group of people in an old-fashioned Jeep. We are transporting an ancient religious artifact, and it is in the front between the driver and the passenger, and it is covered up with towels. I am in the back with three other people. It is sunny. But then a dark shadow covers up the sun. We look to the sky, and more birds than you can imagine are in the air, and they are all flying in together in complex formations. I can't describe what it looked like. But it was incredible, and so real, and it was awesome and terrifying. I remember looking at it and thinking that a power that can control birds like this is a truly incredible power. The birds, these are black birds, start dive-bombing us, trying to harm us. Everyone is terrified, and we don't know what to do, but instinctively I realize that the birds are only attacking us because of the religious artifact we have, and if we returned to the house we came from, we would all be safe.

I shout to everyone to go back to the house, and we jump out of the vehicle and start running. I have a plastic sheet in my hands. We are running back up a hill, and there is a white house on the hill, and that is where we are heading. The birds start pooping on us, and there are millions of birds, so it is like a downpour but instead of rain it is bird poop. I am trying to use the plastic bag in my hand to cover up, to use it like a rain coat or whatever, but then I realize it doesn't matter because I am going to get shat on anyway. So I throw the plastic aside, and throw my hands in the air as I run towards the house, in full acceptance of my fate, and let the birds soil me completely as I run.

When I get to the top of the hill, I can see a really skinny (but very healthy) naked man in the yard next to the house, and I know this is the man who was giving me advice earlier, and he is holding a garden hose with running water. There are bushes and shrubbery between the road and the yard, and I am looking over them at the man. He beckons me toward him with his hand, and it is a very friendly gesture, and it comforts me. I know this man is Jesus Christ. He beckoned me toward him, so instead of going around the bushes, I leap over them toward him, jumping through the air. The birds are gone, and it is sunny again. I am flying through the air and I am naked now, but still covered in bird waste. Jesus aims the water hose at me, and a massive amount of water pours across my body. The force of the water is immense but it is also gentle. It completely cleans me. I land gently upon green, clean, spongy grass, and I am completely clean.

I wake up.

My first and immediate thought was, "Jesus Christ just baptized me" and I felt incredibly blessed. I laid in my bed almost paralyzed with awe, trying to remember and savor the dream. But it was so weird because usually when I have an intense dream, I can remember the whole thing, but I felt and still feel like there were significant events prior to receiving the advice. And I couldn't even remember what the advice was, although it seemed like it was clear at the time. I mean, the things he (and I feel like I should capitalize that, but I don't know if it is blasphemous or not to insinuate that Jesus actually talked to me in a dream) was telling me were vague, but the words were clear at the time, but they have become lost to me now. All I can remember is the part I wrote above, my question and his answer. So as I lay there, I asked myself, why can't I remember the whole conversation, and the answer came to me again, just like in the dream, that I don't need the exact answer, I just need faith.

I am not religious in anyway, but I felt something incredible last night. I don't know if it was just a powerful dream. I don't know what to think. I don't know if I posted this in the right forum. But I do feel like something special happened to me last night.

It was just an incredible and intense dream and I wanted to share it. I feel like I can't do it justice though.

[TerisasMirror]

Don't worry. It's certainly not blasphemous to state (or think) that Jesus spoke to you in a dream. The Lord has communicated with many persons over many centuries in a myriad of ways. No issue there. That I am sure of. The rest of this post is pure conjecture.

I feel it's mportant to note that you were not just baptised, but cleansed. Have you been feeling lately that you have been weighed down by the "bird poop" of the world, of late? And looking for relief from that? It seems to me that the birds are some kind of onus you have had on you, large and scary. That you tried to run from it and got "shat upon" by life in the process of fleeing from it (and the plastic sheet represents fultility in frnding that off, as "into each life some bird poop must fall", to paraphrase). Then the Lord called on you and cleansed you of it.

As for my own dreams I have a recurring location (although always different dreams). It is an enormous city/mall. Really a mall that is it's own arcology. There are many halls. There is a parking lot (with a transportation system for getting to other areas of the structure). There are even docks. But you cannot cross from one side of the mall to the other without crossing through the enormous and elaborate cathedral in the very center of the mall. And I, personally, hate shopping malls....

[Ananda]

I dreamt that I had tinted my hair to very white blonde with copperish and had really short bangs and the length was just above my shoulders. I think even my dreams are telling me to do something fun with my hair.

[sgt.null]

dreamt that my prison moved into my old grade school. it was during the winter and i had to dig up a bunch of toy guns out of the snow.