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Hey guys, last night i had a sort of worrying dream, it was pretty detailed, here we go.

The dream started with me and a bunch of my college friends at a train station (strangley i have had a few about train stations), i was walking with some of my friends to one of the trains (we were in the terminal), then i decided to go back over to a couple who also go to my college, the guy used to be one of my closest friends and i used to have really strong feelings for the girl, but of course things went a bit wrong but i am still good friends with them, we talked in the dream and i can't remember what was said, but that is as far as i remember before the next section.

The next section of the dream i was in a town centre that i go to quite alot, i was walking through and i saw alot of chavs (Britains version of americas "gangstas"), this isn't unusual because they roam the town all the time in real life and are usually quite hostile, but in the dream they were wielding crude weapons like baseball bats with nails sticking out, i think the sky might have been red and i remember at one point one of them was walking behind me, with the bat held against my head as if they were getting ready to hit me.

I walked into a building where the first room i wen into was a long corridor, filled with junk like old rubbish cans, prams, filth on the peeling wallpaper, opposite me was anoher chav, but he was relativeley friendly, but scared at the same time, at this point, the beaten tatty door was closed.

After talking a little, the door swang open, and an older man dressed in a long black jacket, wearing a big quaker type hat walked in, he was holding a long staff, he had a crazed look in his eyes, then looked at me and the other guy, the other guy knocked the stick he was holding on the floor twice, then ran, then the quaker turned to me, and out of what seemed like nowhere, he slashed at me with a huge set of a hundered claws, then walked off in the direction the other guy went.

First i thought i was unharmed, but then the left side of my body from my shoulder down to my ribcage, and my arm down to the hand, seemed to split into a hundered peices, the wounds seemed to be raw but not bleeding, and i just sat, looking at my wounds, then i woke up

Often when we dream about trains and transport it has something to do with our journey through life, like in life we go from a to b, or birth to death, and stop off at different stations along the way and meet people and situations that set things off in new directions. I wonder if you think the direction or course your life is taking now isn't as interesting as you would like it to be, and maybe you lost a little faith in the magical or spiritual side of life which you may feel is draining you emotionally.

It could be that you subconsciously, or even consciously, wish to get away from, or move in a new direction from, what you're doing now?

Does any of that make any sense, or is it just miles away?

It does kind of make sense, you aren't very far off the mark, i think a big issue that is in my mind alot at the moment is this (gonna be a little insight into my life, what i do and what makes me tick here)-

I have a passion for music more than anything else, it has been growing since i started playing guitar about 4 years ago, lateley it seems to have pretty much taken over my life, its an addiction, when i hear music i see images and colours, at the moment i am in a band.

This would all be good, but my band are not progressing in any way at all, we have had gigs and have some good material, but at the moment, we have had several gig opportunities, which we have had to turn down due to stupid reasons, mainly the fact that no one is commited, so i feel as though i am unfullfilled, and what makes things worse is i know lots of other musicians in bands and they are doing lots of gigs, so i sort of feel as though i have no creative outlet.

It kind of relates to what you are saying about me wanting to take a new direction and being disinterested in where i am at the moment, because now it is boring and frustrating because i can't do the thing i love just because of other people.

That may sound like a load of crap, but it does relate to what you said.

That makes a lot of sense. You might have to try and think of a way to motivate the other band members or weed out the total slackers, or even look for another band to play with.

I'm having similar troubles with a writing group, after I get back from a trip in a couple of weeks I'm going to try and motivate them by doing a lot more writing myself, seeing as I've been slacking as much as them, to try and put some energy into their work too.