http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php dream message board for your dream interpretation en Mon, 13 Feb 2012 10:56:49 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/smooth/misc/rss.jpg http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=560 Fri, 10 Feb 2012 00:43:41 GMT 2-9-12

What I remember are bits and pieces from a larger dream that's left my consciousness.

Two new born kittens are at the bottom of a pail. I'm in a place where there are people around but what it is exactly isn't clear. I pull the kittens out, one is tabby orange and the other is half light gray-blue and half white.

Now they are grown almost to full adulthood and a child with blond hair who reminds me of a boy I work with at school chooses one to take as a pet. He chooses the tabby. He smiles as he picks it up and holds it. I hope he can take good care and responsibility for it.

Later, I'm in a house like the one I grew up in. My sister is here as are other family members. She's getting ready to leave for her home and a storm breaks out. There's water everywhere and I sense the house will flood and the foundation isn't that strong. A 4th grade boy I work with has a wheel barrow and dumps a full load of water on the rug upstairs. He apologizes as it was an accident.

I look outside from the living room and see lightning in the nighttime sky flash several times in a row. It forms huge forks and I watch it in amazement. I turn to a strange woman behind me sitting in a chair, an elderly woman in a granny dress with a dumb smile on her face, and I ask her if she had seen it. She smiles and nods her head "yes."

end ]]> sweet slumber http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=560 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=559 Wed, 08 Feb 2012 14:02:05 GMT Wanting a sexy, good looking figure or being able to wear clothes that once used to fit you are only two reasons for better bodily health aspirations. When starting out on the road to a better body, we want our destination to be a 'physical' one that results in us looking better to other people The desire to be successful is bolstered by using our minds to imagine what our healthy body will look like if we don't give up. In reaching our physical goals, an unanticipated benefit can then be that we also improve the health of our minds and this becomes apparent in our daily lives. In this article, we will look at what some of these benefits are and this should give you the extra motivation to aim for a healthy body. vimax.

It's long been known that those who achieve their aims have one thing in common and that is a lot of self-confidence. Your self-confidence when you are dealing with others will be noticeable and people tend to be drawn to those that look to be totally at ease with who they are. You will see that one of the benefits of exercise is to increase your self-esteem that build as you get fitter. You will of course feel this in any event just after you work out, which can be great if you can do this before any important events in your life. As your body begins to look better, you'll see that the boosts in self-esteem after exercising start to merge into how you feel about yourself most of the time.

Stress is virtually inevitable today at one time or another, but how terrible it seems depends upon how well you can deal with it. Stress can be connected with negative emotions like fear and anxiety, or with more positive feelings of exhilaration or passion and hence stress can be a good or bad experience. It can mean we are living life to the fullest and if you are working towards having a healthy body, you should begin to see the change in how you deal with stress. There are examples of people who seem to be doing quite well in life but because they are unfit and unhealthy, they appear stressed all the time. This can lead to premature aging and even an early death. This is something you can avoid by building a healthy body as part of your regular lifestyle.. gen f20.

A further way that working out can be great for your mind is the way you learn to focus and achieve your goals. If you want a healthy body, this calls for a certain amount of discipline and concentrated effort. Personal qualities such as these can be applied in other parts of your life such as business or education and you will reap the rewards.. Nothing succeeds like success and having achieved a fit body, your new self-confidence will prompt you to deal with more challenges in your life.. The fact that you have more energy will make this easier and make sure you can enjoy any rewards this brings to you..

The old saying of a healthy mind in a healthy body holds true and as we have seen, there are both mental and physical benefits when building yourself a fit body. sizegenetics. ]]> zoilao http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=559 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=558 Sun, 05 Feb 2012 20:18:31 GMT My brother died of cancer this past Nov/25th. They were married for 47years and she had a dream she needs to know the meaning of and has no pc of her own. On a solid surface sat four picture frames, three were upright but one was laying down. All of them had no pictures in them. My brother died of cancer this past Nov/25th. They were married for 47years and she had a dream she needs to know the meaning of and has no pc of her own. On a solid surface sat four picture frames, three were upright but one was laying down. All of them had no pictures in them. ]]> susan http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=558 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=557 Sat, 04 Feb 2012 04:12:39 GMT I was in a Shell Station with some friends that I knew from school and this one really hot senior that I have a total crush on. We were told to leave the building and we all piled into separate cars. I was in my mom's van with her. So we start driving down the road and we see these two guys running out in the field with some zombies chasing them. We keep driving till we see some dudes beating up this zombie in the middle of the road. We turn off of the road and see that they toss the dead zombie onto a huge pile. Then we drive on, not knowing where else to go.
Somehow, I end up in my house, with the zombies no where to be found. It was like it had never happened. I was putting this glittery makeup on and my sister was talking to this guy who sounded really sexy but I couldn't see his face. So my sister says something and he is like "She's mine. She knows she can tell me anything." and like puts his arm around me and when I try to look at his face, I wake up. ]]> phoenixfirerider http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=557 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=556 Wed, 01 Feb 2012 21:31:57 GMT I was in this sort of training camp or obstacle course where several men and myself where climbing over a series of palisade-like obstacles. At about halfway through, I suggested that we all lock arms so that we can pull each other up and help us all succeed. This worked until the final wall where we were hanging on. I first positioned myself to become a foothold for CHURCHMEMBERNAME (on my left) and he was able to get over. Then I used my leg to flip a rugged man named Bill (on my right) over the wall. I then was able to pull myself to the top and before I jumped down, CHILDOFTHATCHURCHMEMBERNAME had to move. After asking him to move I was able to land (not on my feet) completing the course. -Free Association- Training Camp - Endurance, training, work, effort Obstacle Course - Endurance, training, work, effort group - many, team, others Palisade - fortress, protection, spike, barrier Obstacle - challenge, issue, impediment Arm - strength, muscle, force Wall - barrier, protection, prevention Foothold - security, aid, favor CHURCHMEMBERNAME - leader, accountability, friend Leg - travel, strength, speed Rugged Man - outdoors, survival, masculinity Bill (Name) - common, friendly, dependable SONOFTHATCHURCHMEMBERNAME - energy, fun, crazy Climbing - overcoming, working, gaining Suggesting - offering, solving, trying Locking Arms - unity, taking a stand, teamwork Pulling - helping, saving, drawing in Hanging - hoping, desparation, need Adjusting - rethinking, comfort, replanning Asking - negotiation, discussion, compromise Landing - falling, restarting, impact -Inserted Free Association- I was enduring the work of training as well as others. We were overcoming the issues and working out the challenges. Halfway through, I tried unity and teamwork with those also enduring so that we can help each other overcome. At the final impediment when we were in need and hoping, I needed to rethink and help the noble and common both. I then after overcoming that challenge had to discuss with my energetic side. I then was at a new start to my life. I was in this sort of training camp or obstacle course where several men and myself where climbing over a series of palisade-like obstacles. At about halfway through, I suggested that we all lock arms so that we can pull each other up and help us all succeed. This worked until the final wall where we were hanging on. I first positioned myself to become a foothold for CHURCHMEMBERNAME (on my left) and he was able to get over. Then I used my leg to flip a rugged man named Bill (on my right) over the wall. I then was able to pull myself to the top and before I jumped down, CHILDOFTHATCHURCHMEMBERNAME had to move. After asking him to move I was able to land (not on my feet) completing the course.

-Free Association-

Training Camp - Endurance, training, work, effort
Obstacle Course - Endurance, training, work, effort
group - many, team, others
Palisade - fortress, protection, spike, barrier
Obstacle - challenge, issue, impediment
Arm - strength, muscle, force
Wall - barrier, protection, prevention
Foothold - security, aid, favor
CHURCHMEMBERNAME - leader, accountability, friend
Leg - travel, strength, speed
Rugged Man - outdoors, survival, masculinity
Bill (Name) - common, friendly, dependable
SONOFTHATCHURCHMEMBERNAME - energy, fun, crazy

Climbing - overcoming, working, gaining
Suggesting - offering, solving, trying
Locking Arms - unity, taking a stand, teamwork
Pulling - helping, saving, drawing in
Hanging - hoping, desparation, need
Adjusting - rethinking, comfort, replanning
Asking - negotiation, discussion, compromise
Landing - falling, restarting, impact

-Inserted Free Association-

I was enduring the work of training as well as others. We were overcoming the issues and working out the challenges. Halfway through, I tried unity and teamwork with those also enduring so that we can help each other overcome. At the final impediment when we were in need and hoping, I needed to rethink and help the noble and common both. I then after overcoming that challenge had to discuss with my energetic side. I then was at a new start to my life. ]]> gryfang http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=556 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=555 Tue, 31 Jan 2012 19:49:15 GMT I was in a small classroom and CO-WORKER NAME was there, but leaving to go to a job interview. While he was in the hall talking to the teacher, the teacher was yelling and otherwise angry. I was hiding the papers he was looking at to help. --Free Assiciation-- Class - learning, waiting, boring CO-WORKER NAME - not a team player, frustrates easily Interview - opportunity, hope, nerves Hall - preparation, outside, waiting Teacher - wisdom, knowledge, information Papers - fasts, story, plans Yelling - anger, dissappointment, demeaning Concealing - secret, protect, plans --Inserting the free Association-- I was in a short time of learning and waiting and the frustrated, impatient part of me was there, but leaving to seek an opportunity and hope. While that part of me was preparing with instruction and wisdom, that part of me was angry and disappointed and demeaning. I was being secretive with the facts and plans of my frustrated part to help and protect that part of me. I was in a small classroom and CO-WORKER NAME was there, but leaving to go to a job interview. While he was in the hall talking to the teacher, the teacher was yelling and otherwise angry. I was hiding the papers he was looking at to help.

--Free Assiciation--

Class - learning, waiting, boring
CO-WORKER NAME - not a team player, frustrates easily
Interview - opportunity, hope, nerves
Hall - preparation, outside, waiting
Teacher - wisdom, knowledge, information
Papers - fasts, story, plans

Yelling - anger, dissappointment, demeaning
Concealing - secret, protect, plans

--Inserting the free Association--

I was in a short time of learning and waiting and the frustrated, impatient part of me was there, but leaving to seek an opportunity and hope. While that part of me was preparing with instruction and wisdom, that part of me was angry and disappointed and demeaning. I was being secretive with the facts and plans of my frustrated part to help and protect that part of me. ]]> gryfang http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=555 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=554 Sun, 22 Jan 2012 20:10:06 GMT Minho and I were at my house watching TV. apparently he was my boyfriend o.O and i asked him out on a date and he shook his head no then gave me a hug. I then threw a shoe at Taemin o_o|| Minho and I were at my house watching TV. apparently he was my boyfriend o.O and i asked him out on a date and he shook his head no then gave me a hug. I then threw a shoe at Taemin o_o|| ]]> katamari http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=554 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=553 Sun, 22 Jan 2012 20:07:17 GMT I dreamt of me and shinee waking up in the dorms.. Some random guy came in and told us that we had a mission to complete. As we all split into these groups, I got paired with Taemin. We went around town searching for this giant dogzilla and then we found it at a diner. Before we defeated it, we ate some spaghetti. then taemin flew up and killed it and we saved the day!! I dreamt of me and shinee waking up in the dorms.. Some random guy came in and told us that we had a mission to complete. As we all split into these groups, I got paired with Taemin. We went around town searching for this giant dogzilla and then we found it at a diner. Before we defeated it, we ate some spaghetti. then taemin flew up and killed it and we saved the day!! ]]> katamari http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=553 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=552 Wed, 18 Jan 2012 06:22:24 GMT I believe that my slow descent into madness has sped up. I have always had dreams that were so “real” that I experience disorientation upon waking. Usually these dreams involve some sort of struggle with a much more powerful force. Sadly, although I can remember that I had been dreaming, I can’t remember many details. There are usually a few highlights that stick prominently into my memory, but they are distorted and don’t make much sense. I was only mildly concerned when the frequency of these dreams increased. I was more concerned when the disorientation period increased in length. Today though, was something beyond all previous “real” dream experience. As the dream starts, I find myself in a crowded hallway. Instinctively I recognize it as a school. This is slightly odd because the ages of the student body runs the gamut of life. There are as many people in the young and old category as my own age. A woman comes up to me and hands me an envelope of pictures, and says, “These just came in today!” In the pictures are images of myself in situations that “might have been” in this life had things gone slightly different in my younger years. There are pictures of me dressed up in gray sweat-clothes with a gray face-mask over my eyes and a Mohawk hairstyle. Apparently this costume is a part of a comedy routine that I am doing on an amateur level. There are pictures of a small dark haired girl, of about 4 years old, that is dressed up similarly to me. I found out later that she is my daughter. At this point in the dream I started to refuse the details of the dream because I instinctively feel that they are wrong. Next, I find myself walking along a fence approximately 50 yards off the two-lane highway with a group of “friends”. While I am walking with my friends, we are discussing my reaction to the pictures. My friends don’t seem overly concerned about my reaction. It is almost like they have gone through this all before. At this point a few more friends see us from the other side of the highway, and ask us to wait while they cross. I don’t remember there being any traffic until they started to cross. The first friend makes it across. The second friend crosses the first lane and stops in the middle of the second with his back turned toward the semi that is suddenly barreling down the road. As I watch my friend get smashed into incredibly small bits that rain down on us, I simultaneously notice that there are more semis coming down the road. The second semi swerves off the road in its successful attempt to smash into the first friend that crossed. The next 4 semis fishtail in such a way that they begin to roll lengthwise toward the rest of us. Oddly enough, my friends start walking towards their own destruction. Immediately before I woke, I either heard someone say or possibly thought to myself, “You dumb-ass, why couldn’t you be happy with this new life? Isn’t it what you want?” Even though I know that this was a dream, upon waking, I immediately felt as if I had been watching one of my parallel lives from another timeline. And then with absolute certainty, I realized that all of my “real” dreams felt like parallel lives. I have always felt that losing my sanity was not a matter of if, but more of when. I have been awake for more than an hour now, and am still haunted by this damn dream and the ideas that it represents. What if I am causing something important to unravel by recognizing the wrongness of these “real” dreams? What if this is actually more than paranoid delusions? My scientist aspect (logic) wants to brush all this off as my fantasy, but my chimpanzee (basic animal needs) and my artist (emotion) aspects insist and demand that this is important and not to ignore it. I don’t know that this is anything more than just a dream, but I have this bone deep conviction that I am supposed to receive a message from this nightmarish vision. This is also the only dream that I have ever had that I can remember all the details of. I believe that my slow descent into madness has sped up. I have always had dreams that were so “real” that I experience disorientation upon waking. Usually these dreams involve some sort of struggle with a much more powerful force. Sadly, although I can remember that I had been dreaming, I can’t remember many details. There are usually a few highlights that stick prominently into my memory, but they are distorted and don’t make much sense. I was only mildly concerned when the frequency of these dreams increased. I was more concerned when the disorientation period increased in length.

Today though, was something beyond all previous “real” dream experience. As the dream starts, I find myself in a crowded hallway. Instinctively I recognize it as a school. This is slightly odd because the ages of the student body runs the gamut of life. There are as many people in the young and old category as my own age. A woman comes up to me and hands me an envelope of pictures, and says, “These just came in today!” In the pictures are images of myself in situations that “might have been” in this life had things gone slightly different in my younger years. There are pictures of me dressed up in gray sweat-clothes with a gray face-mask over my eyes and a Mohawk hairstyle. Apparently this costume is a part of a comedy routine that I am doing on an amateur level. There are pictures of a small dark haired girl, of about 4 years old, that is dressed up similarly to me. I found out later that she is my daughter.

At this point in the dream I started to refuse the details of the dream because I instinctively feel that they are wrong. Next, I find myself walking along a fence approximately 50 yards off the two-lane highway with a group of “friends”. While I am walking with my friends, we are discussing my reaction to the pictures. My friends don’t seem overly concerned about my reaction. It is almost like they have gone through this all before. At this point a few more friends see us from the other side of the highway, and ask us to wait while they cross.

I don’t remember there being any traffic until they started to cross. The first friend makes it across. The second friend crosses the first lane and stops in the middle of the second with his back turned toward the semi that is suddenly barreling down the road. As I watch my friend get smashed into incredibly small bits that rain down on us, I simultaneously notice that there are more semis coming down the road. The second semi swerves off the road in its successful attempt to smash into the first friend that crossed. The next 4 semis fishtail in such a way that they begin to roll lengthwise toward the rest of us. Oddly enough, my friends start walking towards their own destruction. Immediately before I woke, I either heard someone say or possibly thought to myself, “You dumb-ass, why couldn’t you be happy with this new life? Isn’t it what you want?”

Even though I know that this was a dream, upon waking, I immediately felt as if I had been watching one of my parallel lives from another timeline. And then with absolute certainty, I realized that all of my “real” dreams felt like parallel lives.

I have always felt that losing my sanity was not a matter of if, but more of when. I have been awake for more than an hour now, and am still haunted by this damn dream and the ideas that it represents. What if I am causing something important to unravel by recognizing the wrongness of these “real” dreams? What if this is actually more than paranoid delusions? My scientist aspect (logic) wants to brush all this off as my fantasy, but my chimpanzee (basic animal needs) and my artist (emotion) aspects insist and demand that this is important and not to ignore it.

I don’t know that this is anything more than just a dream, but I have this bone deep conviction that I am supposed to receive a message from this nightmarish vision. This is also the only dream that I have ever had that I can remember all the details of. ]]> NooFoo the Odd http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=552 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=551 Mon, 16 Jan 2012 03:56:03 GMT It was a beautiful day sun was out, not too hot nor too cold and i was just enjoying the day with my friend Jenn. The kids were in the house which was by the lake. All of a sudden my phone tells me i got a text and its from my ex wondering if ii could postpone our court date because he cant make it. I told him I would try, not really meaning a word of it and fuming inside that he would even ask me that. I told Jenn that i needed a pack of cigarettes so i left to go get them on my way back home i get a phone call from my exes grandparents telling me that they love me and to be careful after hanging up I'm wondering what that phone call was all about when i hear a loud buzzing inside my ear. I look up and notice that the wind had picked up and the skies were a dark menacing color and that's when i see the tornado i run from it barely dodging it and everything else getting picked up with it. I run towards my house only i got lost and cant find my way back. The only thing on my mind is to get to my kids. Its all I'm worried about, all i care about. I didn't want to lose them. I duck into a public bathroom and realize that not only was it not the safest place to be because of all the pipes, and the bricks but that my kids still were at the house and needed their mommy so i leave. I still cant find the house and i see my friend Jenn's house she runs to the door yelling at me to get inside and i go in. By this time the rain is pelting down and beginning to lightening the sky is almost pitch black. I ask her where my house is, that i cant find it so she tells me that its behind her by the water. I look out and the water has waves crashing back and forth. I start to head out the door when i hear Jenn telling me that there's no way for me to get to them, ignoring her i go outside seeing 2 tornadoes that have touched and one forming i realize i am soaked to the bone and my clothes are sticking to me slowing me down considerably. I make it to the porch when lightening strikes the ground below me and i see the electricity traveling along the sidewalk till it dissipates i look back and there's Jenn telling me to get inside that there's nothing I can do. My stomach begins to hurt and i slowly trudge back looking up at the sky which now is black and red as if it were on fire and i scream. I scream from every deep recesses of my heart because not only could i not get to my kids but i wasn't there for them and that i may never see them again. ]]> fyrebreathing http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=551 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=550 Mon, 16 Jan 2012 03:10:42 GMT I was with friends, (most of them younger than me) and we were playing in a street. This street was clustered with shops and attractions crammed in close together. My friends would walk down the street and look inside and we all seemed to have a really good time. Then in this street we came to this dark and black tall house in the left side of the street. I told the children not to look inside or go in, which they obeyed. However I did not.

I walked in and the front of the home which was very dark, and it seem to have a feel of something for the 1920s. It seemed very ordinary. However a very tall skinny man stood in the middle of the room. He was in a cold sweet from head to toe. His hair was slick black, and I could not remember any other features other than he wasn't really attractive. Yet I was drawn to him. I remember telling myself how ugly he was yet as he walked over and sat in his long chair and I got on my knees and laid my head affectionly on his lap. He would not touch me but he said he enjoyed my touch very much. I remember getting up once and him saying to come back, that he loved when I touched him and needed it. So again, I knelt down and rested my head on his lap. I remember I could feel his cold sweat on his legs and thinking it was gross.

He got up and told me he needed me but I have to go back to his friends. He said he would always be watching me as he gave me a key to his dark home. I left, and as I was locking the door behind me he said, in my mind (I know werid) Do not ever unlock the door when I am not here. I wanted to ask why but I had the feeling that I knew something terrible would happen if I disobeyed him.

So I went back to my friends. We continued on the streets and shopped and played, and I played the uke for them and they seemed happy. Yet in the back of my mind I was dieing to get back to the man. I couldn't be happy, and I desired him, yet I never went back. ]]> sbchick1069 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=550 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=549 Thu, 05 Jan 2012 23:10:10 GMT Okay so last night I had this dream of me living on a street with my boyfriend. I somehow made friends with some of the children who,m lived on the street aswell (which first of all is weird cause im an adult and it seemed as if i was a kiddy in an adults body cause why would I be making friends with them). One of the children really seemed to stand out to me. She was a young girl who was incredibly nice, exceptionally shy though, just one of those people who stand out as a really nice person. I made friends with her and its as if I wanted to look after her, guide her and be like an older sister to her. I started lending her some of my old clothes and everything. Yet something seemed off about her. I started realising that she wanted to hang out with me more than ever go home (it was just her living with her single dad). I didnt want to ask her about it but when i did her face changed everytime and she wouldnt say much.. i knew something was wrong and i was determined to find out what that was. Apparently everyone in the neighbourhood was a tad frightened of this girls father and steered well clear of him. One day she came to visit me again and she had these strange marks on her little neck.. I asked her about it as I thought i was very close to her at this stage and she told me that her dad tried to hang her :O ... this was absolutely shocking to me! and she kinda looked away like its the norm and it seemed like he did other terrible things to her and just treated her absurdly. This is when i striked mad. I was planning on stealing this girl away from her father. And one day at a neighbourhood party i went to ask him if she could stay the night with me so i could make my plans to set her free. Its at this party that its the first ever time that i hear her name, "Monique" (which is my name weirdly enough) When i go to ask him though i dont see his face, just a big burly man. And this is how ive seen him the whole time. When shed show me photos his face is never in them... Thats my dream! Any ideas on what this dream means, Id love to hear all angles of it. ]]> Momo http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=549 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=546 Wed, 21 Dec 2011 22:05:17 GMT 12-21-11

I'm back living with my family in the neighborhood where I grew up. We are moving, but not out of the same house. A forklift comes and lifts the house and drives it, with us still in it, to a new spot on the same street but up further; a spot nearer the road where another house once stood. While the house was being moved, I could feel the motion of movement.

"I like this new location" I say. I'm puzzled however how they managed to move the house without much difficulty or without any massive damage.

I go back to the original spot and the outside of the house is still here. I'm told that the inside is what was moved and this is just the shell; the protective cover that remains and must come off for the move.

Then I see the house as it is now in it's new location and it looks similar to the old outerside, but the features, such as the front steps, are shorter and less wide.

end ]]> sweet slumber http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=546 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=545 Mon, 12 Dec 2011 15:00:33 GMT My dream last night was horrifying at the time. I played as Kevin for a little while, and usually, I really love dreams where I'm playing as him, but last night wasn't very fun at all. He didn't "come out" until after some crazy things started happening to me. I was in a very dark, weak, and poorly built house. The hallways were small and the lights that did work barely did. The structure was made of decaying dark wood that looked badly water-damaged. A family had taken residence there, even though I was certain that the house belonged to me, and I knew that had invaded my home and lived there without my consent, and I felt very upset because of it, especially because they were trying to kick me out. On the wall was the only sign that I had ever lived there-- decorative posters with some of my favorite video games. I have such things on my walls in my own apartment.

I got to know the family, but not very well. I remember specifically a thin elderly woman living there, and a young mentally handicapped boy. I could feel dreadful things when in the house, like I knew something terrible was happening or about to. James was there, but barely.

I began to feel panicky, which I often do in dreams. The posters on my wall would change into something else every time I looked at them, and each time, they were sketches of mine, and I knew they were mine because they were my style of artwork. I was very scared of this, for the drawings continued to warp and change, and even though it was obvious I drew them, they looked more and more menacing, and I didn't remember drawing them that way. I began to scream that I was going crazy and I was hallucinating. James tried to convince me otherwise, saying the drawings had always been there, which didn't keep me from panicking.

My personality began routinely swapping like I had them on an assembly line. I could tell I was Kevin for some of it, the loving and gentle man who tries his best not to hurt people, especially the ones he loves, but he became angry at something. I can't remember what, but it had a lot to do with the family living in my house. He vowed to "do something about it," and it felt like I was off to the side listening to him, even though I was playing him. Usually, mine and Kevin's thoughts coincide with each other's, and it's more like I'm playing my own thoughts but as a male, or I'm following him somewhere important that he's trying to take me, usually to keep me safe, but he was suddenly different last night.

Kevin then wasn't Kevin anymore, which I suppose is a good thing, considering that I may have felt even more uncomfortable looking at myself in the mirror to see Kevin's kind and tranquil eyes so full of rage. He became someone, or someTHING else, or rather I did-- A very cruel and hateful younger man, and normally I would think this was Andrew, but he didn't look like him, and he didn't act like him. I felt too much hate and anger when being him, and I knew that he was different; separate from my much-loved creations. He was enraged and willing to kill, which is something neither Kevin or Andrew is capable of.

Able to now predict the actions of the squatters in my house through interpreting the drawings on the wall, I (as the young man) began to realize that they planned to hurt me somehow, or even kill me. Perhaps this was just me/him justifying his proceeding actions. The house, already dark on the inside, became even darker, and the walls looked dilapidated and broken, but this didn't stop me from turning against those who took it from me. As I walked around a field, I think after coming home from some event, possibly school, I thought about ways I would slaughter them, mostly thinking of the most painful ways possible. I saw a large hay cutter on my way to the house that nearly missed running over a small animal, like a rabbit. I remember wishing that it had hit it, just so I could see it and feel satisfied.

Once back to the house, I can't remember how I did it exactly, but I turned the family members into hateful pieces of shit, too. I believe it involved photographs or something, or I had taken something precious from them. I can't remember what, since this part of the dream is the fuzziest, since the alarm ripped me out of sleep before it could end. I made them suffer somehow, like making them feel worthless and terrible by some means, and I think I may have woken up before I actually killed them. I remember other little scenes involving train tracks and the grocery store, but those two things are extremely common in my dreams. I've seen many trains and stores in my dreams, enough where I'm unable to count them.

I was relieved to be woken up, but at the same time, I felt disturbingly dissatisfied with not getting to see the ending. As terrified as I was by everything, I wanted to go back to sleep to dream it again. Even though I did fall asleep once more, I wasn't able to dream again.

Since this isn't the first time I've dreamed about being in a house of this nature, I've always been interested in what it means. Usually, when I'm in a house, it is built this way-- it's falling apart and barely standing on the outside, like it had been abandoned many years ago. Inside the house, it's always dark, eerie, unpleasant, and extremely cold. Every once in a while there is the sound of dripping water, or water running down the walls. The structure is almost always made of wood, or has wood flooring. Something horrible always happens in it, or I see something that terrifies me, usually rape or murder and sometimes both. I do not always feel angry when inside, in fact, usually I'm too scared to go too deep into the house, because I can feel something awful hiding somewhere in it, like a locked room is keeping a monster from escaping. Many times I have fled from these houses, sometimes before going inside and sometimes after. If it is before, it's because I heard something from inside that frightened me, most of the time screaming sounds. If it is after, it's because I witnessed a terrible event or saw images of things I really didn't like.

The house in my dreams has cropped up so many times, and although it is always in the same shape, broken down and uncared for, it is never the same type of house. Sometimes it's a small shack or cabin, and then other times it'll be a two-story Victorian, but it's never the same type. The state of the house, however, remains exactly the same.

So I looked up what a house represents in a dream.
They usually symbolise our emotional and psychological selves. All of your experiences, stages of development, and parts of your conscious and unconscious life may be represented by that house. The house may be representing issues concerning a particular dilemma in your life, or it may be more general and comprehensive.
To dream that your house is broken into suggests that you are feeling violated. It may refer to a particular relationship or current situation in your life. Alternatively, it indicates that some unconscious material is attempting to make itself known. There are some aspects of yourself that you have denied.

The frightening thing to me is, if it is emulating a dilemma, I don't know what that dilemma is. Since it often feels like I'm in danger of being harmed when in these houses, or threatened by something, or scared and vulnerable, it only raises my curiosity even further. Things like this concern me, and I know that dreams like this will never end. The houses frighten me, and I feel like I have only gathered the courage once or twice to go deep into them. I never, ever go to the attic or basement when in these houses, I'm too scared, or in this case, too angry and focused on causing pain to people I feel have wronged me, even though they seemed even more vulnerable and innocent than me. An old woman and a handicapped boy are two things I consider innocent, and yet, I could feel hatred for them.

I had two dreams last night, and this was the second one. The dream prior to this was of Kevin having sex with a young Clint Eastwood (I had watched the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly just before going to sleep, but I was not expecting that to happen). I never considered that an option, really, but after seeing it, I was entertained and found it amusing. At least there was a lighter side to the evening, which I needed.

Needless to say, I have been depressed lately, and usually when I am, dreams like this tend to repeat themselves. I've felt very low self-worth and even worse self-esteem, and even though I've had this problem all of my life, it's been cropping up as an even worse condition these days. I wish I had the money to seek therapy.

Another thing I've noticed a trend of is violence. Most of my dreams are either sexual or violent, and usually both at the same time. Either I feel vulnerable and scared, or angry and bloodthirsty. I rarely have any good dreams anymore, and when I do, they're campy and easy to laugh at, and I'm relieved when I have them. ]]> MelancholyRose http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=545 http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=544 Sat, 10 Dec 2011 14:47:20 GMT 12-10-11

I'm part of a group of people who are outdoors and hearing some sort of motivational speech. One of the attendees is the principle of the school I currently work at. There is a light layer of snow on the ground and I lay down and make a snow angle with my arms and legs. I get up and brush myself off but there is dirt residue on the sleeves of my white sweater.

Then it's time to leave and I know my car is parked near the mall but I'm confused as to which direction to go and ask a woman in the store to direct me to the direction of the mall parking lot. She points me in the opposite direction and I tell her that I'm pretty sure it was the other way. She goes with me outside and I was right. She walks with me to the parking lot.

I tell the woman "There's my car." She asks, "What kind of car is it?" I forget at first. It doesn't resemble my car at all. My car in reality is dark green and a Subaru. This one resembles a station wagon and is gold with a huge dent on the driver's side front bumper. The front part is also elevated like someone has been working on it. I tell the woman, "That's my car. It's a ...um...Subaru." I hope I can make it home OK while driving with that huge dent on the front side.

end ]]> sweet slumber http://www.meaningofdreams.org/dreaming/blog.php?b=544