Tamago wrote:

What does it mean when you dream that the highschool you went to now seems to have a brass and mirror makeover and for some reason there are large horizonal concrete pipes sticking out of the school grounds like sewer pipes?

Many people dream about stylized versions of their high school. Mine is always rubble like after a hurricane. You have an opulent facade but exposed pipes? Perhaps a theme of outer appearances and exposure of what's underneath?

Tamago wrote:

The other odd aspect is why the hell am I some kind of disembodied brain and spine that moves around and takes over someones body by opening the top of their head and inserting myself in their brain cavity?

Identity issues, sounds like. You remove the vitals, your brain, your spine, but leave the rest behind and inhabit who you will as though the body is a shell and it doesn't define you. Do these people struggle when you do this? Perhaps you're trying on different 'bodies', looking for the one that fits...you've mentioned elsewhere here a tumultuous school life for reasons relating to this. Interesting though that you used the brain and not the heart...how accurate of you!

Another funny thing about my dreams...

When im able to fly in my dreams its always kinda like in Super Mario 64, you have to run and jump 3 times! even with wings.
Switching back to sexuality and interpretations, ive decided that most of the things in my dream can be inerpreted thusly

My dream about having a double penetration

I would try it, but i will never get to experience it without the aid of my BF and a toy.

So...usualy i feel that dreams are of course....a repressed desire that you feel will never happen, so you live it out in your dream....but then you have dreams like..

Alien attack dream or back yard sinking into a giant hole of nothing and utterly causeing the world to collapse in on itself dream.

just scary nightmare shit....
nothing to interpret here freud....



NO! i said no Freud!!.......

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damn...

I have a lot of dreams where flying is involved, but it's not really flying - instead, I'm swimming through the air, because apparently you can do that in dreams.

Oh! And I had a really kind of disturbing dream a few nights ago. It was taking place in some secluded, all-girls boarding school in the middle of the forest. Really big, redbrick building, stern teachers, the whole cliche. Except one of the students with a psychotic serial killer, and was murdering random girls in really gruesome ways. As far as I can remember, a bunch of girls were trying to solve the mystery, and pretty much all of them got killed, except for a couple who managed to survive. Then it skipped forward to this big final exam where all the students were in one big hall, and then the teachers came in and started dragging them off downstairs.
And downstairs was a hidden chamber full of a viscous black liquid... a very powerful acid it seems, considering what happened when the teachers started throwing the girls into it!
After watching the girls dissolve, it cut to a bunch more gruesome killings (including a ferret attacking another for some reason) and a girl waking up in the forest outside it.

I'm so writing a story based on it now.

Tamago wrote:

Have you every considered a career as a shrink or maybe a profiler?

You seem to easily grasp the deeper meaning behind a persons thoughts and actions and in this case dreams.

Mm. Actually, I've been thinking of getting into school administration.



(I have considered a career in psychology, yes, but also I can't stand being broke for the time it'd take to build the degree up, so I'm getting a better paying job to keep me afloat so I can go after whatever I like better in due process.)

Giovanna wrote:

Mm. Actually, I've been thinking of getting into school administration.

The irony would be if the school has a Rose based motif and a major fencing club already.

One thing's for sure, the sex-ed classes at the school Gio takes over would be an experience in of itself.

I had such a wierd dream... I'd love interpretations on it.   It's not normal for me to dream about sorts of things like this!
I was going to get married, although I wasn't sure, a guy who I'd known for a rather long time (in the dream,) had called for me, he seemd to be a ghost or some supernatural being, evidently with alot of power and taste.  I was young in the dream, perhaps I was my age, but I couldn't tell.  I just felt so out of place and strange, even my body wasn't mine.  It was that of a frail ballerenia.
There was much talk weather he would propose to me, there was no question if I would accept it or not, it seemed expected, like I would have no choice other then to be the whim of this man.  He was beautiful, there was no denying it, and strange, but so very, very cold. 
I'm so very tired of cold people, constantly I continued to say, yet, it seemed like my will was taken away from me, so many people around me all wanted me to be with this strange man, I felt like I might be killed if I didn't go with him.   That, and it seemed that it was everything I could ever want, a beautiful man, a beautiful castle, every whim I could ever want....  Why resist?
There was no one to save me, and their never would be I realized, just this surreal coating of snow to keep me company, and these faceless servents kept around him.  All the cloathing was black and white, all the food was grey, the only thing in color was the man, this man I was afraid of.  His eyes were red.  He smelled of mud, the same smell of the house I used to live at when I was a child, with dead flowers floating in the water. 
Suddenly, it was announced a cerimony must take place, and all of the people, all of his friends began up the path, but I couldn't run in the heels he gave to me, I kept on trying and trying, running twords the goal infront of me, but it was no use.  I awoke just before I could touch the person in front of me.

I had another dream that my pet turtles turned into snapping turtles. Those things are fucking scary!  When I was a kid, my mum and I were fishing and this big snapping turtle swam up next to our boat. I thought it was an alligator and I kind of freaked out because it kept hitting our boat while trying to get our fish. Needless to say, I am not a fan of the big, scary beasts.

Okay... This is long enough that I doubt people will read it, but it's one of my favorite dreams. Please excuse the writing-- I did it without a second draft or edit.



In this dream, I had come from the Summerlands into a forest, and the man I loved was walking behind me. The forest was half dead, trees crusted with lichen, and the crash of falling branches sounded closer around us than it was. The main thing I remember was the silence; no birds, no animals, only the sound of young things growing and old things dying.

We were following a path more like a deer trail. It was faint, but we could see well enough to follow it. I'm not sure now whether I knew where it led or not. I know that when I saw the black pool, like a smooth piece of obsidian stone fringed by green weeds, I recognized it, as well as the woman who stood beside it.

I should say here that the people in my dream were not people I knew in waking life; in my dream, however, this woman was my grandmother. Her face was solemn, and she did not smile when she spoke. "You may find your chance."

I knelt down at the edge of the pool. Close up, it was flecked with green plants like tiny lilypads, no larger than the smallest nail on my hand. I considered them for a moment, watched a frog jump away from the pool without hearing him land in the grass, and then plunged my arm into the pool.

It was so cold that it felt like my heart turned to ice in my chest. My fingers were numb before I felt them strike anything. Still, I dredged the water for as long as I could stand the cold, dragging my numb fingers in the water, feeling them catch on things underneath, but never finding what I wanted.

When I pulled my hand from the water, it was blue with cold. Nevertheless, I stood and looked at my grandmother's clear eyes and wrinkled brow, and didn't cover my hand with the other to warm it. She nodded at me, and then seemed to forget me so completely that I had never been there.

I turned around, not catching a glimpse of my love, and we went back to the Summerlands, to be young forever again.

The next time we came back, the moss was longer, and more of the trees were dead. I didn't look back over my shoulder this time either, but this time I knew it was because it would have grave consequences. The pool was exactly the same, its glassy surface still blacker than the space between the stars, flecked with tiny green lilypads that no frog could ever sit on.

This time, it was my daughter, grown into a woman, standing next to the pool. She was draped in black, the way my grandmother had been, and she carried that air of solemnity even with a smile on her face. We said our greetings, and she smiled at her father.

I plunged my arm into that pool once again, this time worried. It was getting more urgent that I find what I was looking for. Still, my fingers numbly scraped against things I did not need. And the cold was worse this time, chilling my spine.

My daughter looked sadly at us as we left again for the Summerlands, but she did not speak. I did not look at him.

The third time we came to the woods, things were growing dark. I remember stumbling, trying to find my way through the undergrowth, and almost missing the pool. When I did find it, it still looked as placid as ever. My great granddaughter stood beside it, and her hair was shot with grey. I had not aged at all.

My stomach twisted with panic, and I lunged for the cold of the pool before my great granddaughter had the chance to do more than nod. Yet again, my finger scrabbled at nothing. Desperate, I tried harder, sinking my arm up to the shoulder in the water and gasping for breath as the black water lapped at my lips. My lungs felt as if I were breathing solid ice.

Again, I found nothing. I knew somehow that this was the last time. I stood up slowly, feeling old for the first time, even though I knew it could never happen. My great granddaughter watched me silently, immobile. The knowledge of what the chance had been cracked into my mind, my chest tightening, and I knew that if I turned around, my love would be dead and decayed behind me, as he should have been long since.

So I didn't turn around. I stood still and waited, trying to steel myself for the inevitable.

The dream I had last night wins so hard. I'd love to know what it means.

I was in a really pretty turquoise sundress playing around in my old backyard before my parents moved and standing on the wooden swingset and stuff. Just generally doing cute little girl things.

But this is what I was thinking to myself the entire time:

I'm so lucky my girlfriend loves me even though I'm a catgirl.

::was so wrapped up in being a pretty fucking catgirl she didn't notice Yasha's dream D:::

That's beautiful, and surprisingly coherent. It always amazes me how people can have long and linear dreams where things are understood and jusr fall into place. I've only had three or four of those myself.

Yasha's Cool Dream

Man, that was such a profound dream. Geez, now I'm curious as to what you were looking for in the water.

Hinotori's Catgirl Dream

I think its always cool when you remember what you were thinking in a dream - so often you just don't, so when you do its cool.

I wish I could come up with a better term for it than 'cool' >.<

Heh, I just woke up from a bad dream... or, no, it was about to get bad when I woke up. I don't remember any of it, except that right before I woke up I was about to get kissed by a friend of mine - and that would've made it a bad dream!

I don't know what I was looking for, but it was 'my chance', whatever it was. I think what it meant was that I'd be able to keep my lover/husband/whatever alive. Anyway, I used to have weird dreams like that all the time. I'll write some more out when I get the chance.

At the time when I had that dream, that would have been a very apt interpretation. I was one confused girl a few years ago, let me tell you. Someday I'll post a thread about it.