I've had some long and strange dreams. I'll post them in here when I don't have to go to bed in half an hour

I had a dream last night that the world was ending.
One by one, each person looked at the water and fell in love with their reflection, kissed it, and drowned themselves by trying to become one with the lover they saw in the depths.  One by one the suicides happened, until only myself and a faceless person were left, looking down at the silvery mass of water and people.

Such an odd dream!

Edit because I just reread Champion Duelest post...
Because it was white and after Labor Day?  Very Douglas Adams!

Last edited by Iris (01-08-2007 01:28:48 PM)

Yeah, I kinda replied to your post when I was half asleep... how embarasing ;
Hm, I didn't think of turning it into a book, but that's not a bad idea.  I was thinking more along the lines of a painting, but, a book could probably work well too.

Another dream I had, last night.  Through the perspective of a ruby cufflink!
There was an elderly woman who I used to talk to who owned a little jewerly antique shop on a trendy part of the city I live in...
She brought out her silver every day and polished it, sayind "Sometimes, it's just something you have to do.  They just need to show the world how beautiful they are."  Every little peice of jewlerly was a memory, and she only really wanted an excuse to be around her beloved things.  Their was a ruby cufflink that she loved the most, and it loved her too; although she would never know it.  Stones speak too slowly for people to hear.
One day, there was a fire, burning down all of the store, but she was in the middle, polishing everything, unwilling to move, wanting only to stay with her beloved memories.
The cufflink, horrified, spoke to the fire and asked "Why?  Why do this to her?"
And the fire replied:   " "Sometimes, it's just something you have to do.  They just need to show the world how beautiful they are."

I always tend to have dreams that involve me, and people I know. Most of the time, it's some random guy from school or one of my guy friends. One dreams involved a clan that was against the non-religious aspect of Christmas. Everyone where you went, you'd see stuff burning: Christmas trees, santa manequins, fake reindeer, etc. These folks pretty much took over the world and the rest of us who still believed in the Christmas spirit were forced to live underground. Me and my guy friend were part of a resistance factor called the Mortal Kombat Resistance Force (something like that). At the end of the dream, we were all battling each other like in the martial arts movies. Whoa.

In almost every dream i have, theres a mysterious man forcibly having sex with me ( i say its not rape because when the man forces it i gladly accept it) i almost never see the man's face either. either his hair covers his face or the way im seeing it only allows me to see from his nose down, no eyes. it happens alot....such as last night, he had wicked long white hair. *drool*

I just dreamt I was at the theater watching a movie that was, well, excessively dystopian sci-fi. Which is funny, it's not a genre I'm terribly familiar with. Anyway, it started out with a mother and a boy dreaming, the boy was dying and the two were so close the mother could visit his dreams. They were talking about his disease, and there was a protein with a typically long name that he kept pronouncing wrong. He pronounced it a certain way and it perplexed the mother, because he'd described in name a new protein. When she woke up, this protein turned out to be the cure to his disease. By some slippery slope, however, it also made companies able to graft computer chips onto organic substances, which naturally let to people getting more and more mechanical. (Hehe I saw a supertechy bigbrothery Microsoft logo.) Blah blah, the companies and government kinda melded and people had less and less of a will of their own. There was something of it, like I saw two guys trying to kiss (they looked more like wireframe people) and it zapped them, and you never saw your wages, they automatically purchased things you were thought to need. The premise of the movie was that there was just enough consciousness left in some people to try and undo it, and it boiled down to figuring out what the name of the stupid protein was. It was pretty actiony, stuff blowing up, etc, etc. Some of the visuals were pretty neat. There were cities that were basically huge server computers, and you'd walk in and there'd be walkways and just a whole ocean of cables around you in this huge expanse that would go downward for miles. People called the bottom 'the ocean of bolts and needles' or something, and in the shallower parts near walkways there were white spinning platforms with human shapes melded into their design, with one in the center that did nothing but ask simple questions of the humans grafted to it. Things like 'What is your favorite color?' and they'd do nothing but this. The movie ended around here, and I left the theater and walked back to the car where my family was waiting.

I woke up here and got up and ate grapes and checked the forum and went back to bed. And YAY I picked up the same dream! Except it wasn't a movie now, it was real and I was there. Now they were added three new 'supercomputers' to the global network. Naturally they're made out of peeeeeeeeeeeeeople, and everyone was really cool with basically being run by computers because the computers had human minds in them. It was apparently a huge honor to become this thing, and the procedure was watched on TVs and such all over, and some people got to actually be in the server to view it. It was two men and a woman, and their skin had already been covered in flexible circuity and you were just watching all this big todo. I remember being sad for them, because they wouldn't be people at all anymore, and scared because the cables that would be inserted looked rather painful. They had pointy tips and though I woke up before this all started, I seemed to know I'd hear the metal scraping on bone.

Anyway I'm sure that's the plot of some really shitty sci-fi book I've heard about or something.

Razara wrote:

Barret(?) from Final Fantasy VII was killed with one of Touga's throwing knives.

I guess Touga pities the fool?

....I'll be quiet.

Dream interpretation is tricky business. The reason you see books with different meanings is that 99% of the time, trying to give one blanket meaning to a symbol in a dream in gimmicky retarded bullshit, because dream symbolism is built on your personal, internal set of symbols, which will only reflect the 'common' set in certain places where it overwhelmed what would potentially be your own idea of what something should represent. I've pecked around with it, although not in years...I was most familiar with the Freudian technique, which amounted to everything except sex = sex.

Some dreams are pretty universal. The naked running dream, the pop quiz dream, the destruction of your teeth dream, etc, etc. These are common dreams because they're built around common experiences and common ideas of decency. None of us want to be naked in public (well most of the time, you pervy pervs), but do you think some tribe in Africa that wears nothing but those little penis straps ever dreams that? Probably not. Are they late for exams? No, but they might be late for their tribal initiation.

Anyway there are largely two kinds of interpretation. Thematic interpretation, which is the above, and symbolic interpretation, which is more where Freud landed. In the former, you take the dream as a whole, the 'plot' and analyze it based on that. Symbolic interpretation is more concerned with specific things, like colors you run into a lot, or the presence of water. The latter is where you get those symbol books, but you can get further on your own with thematic interpretation, because it becomes basically the same deal as looking for themes in Hamlet or SKU or whatever you want. You're thinking about the theme of incest or the theme of revenge, where with symbolic interpretation, you're looking at the skull or Akio's car. Either way works, but you need to be able to really examine yourself for the latter. Others can point you in a direction, but no one knows what a mirror in a dream means to you better than you.

FOR EXAMPLE!

Anal Sex

To dream about anal sex, represents submission. You may be afraid to yield to the wants and desires of others.

How about no!

Fetishes

To dream that you have a fetish, indicates a lack of maturity  or capabilities. It may also be symbolic of a fear.

Impotence

To dream that you are impotent, signifies a fear of losing power. Maybe you are afraid that you won't measure up to a particular person or task in your life. A more direct interpretation suggest that you may be having problems with sex in your waking life.

Okay maybe this is a pretty reliable one. I'm not sure though. Ask Akio.

Pregnant

To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it.  This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.

OR YOU'RE HAVING A GOD DAMN NIGHTMARE.

By the way, the study of this sort of thing, unsurprisingly, will itself change your internal set of symbols. I studied Freudian symbolism enough that I pretty much dream in Freudian symbolism.

My dreams often look like SKU. Lotta phallic objects and implied penetration.

...what?

One time I had a dream I could fly on a broomstick. (I had been reading Harry Potter earlier that day.) I thought, "Hey, I should go fly outside! It's dark out, so no one would be able to see me. But one out of ten bats have rabies... if one bit me, I'd never be able to catch it!"

): Even my dream self won't let me have any fun.

I've never really viewed my dreams as something with a deeper meaning, but more as something linked to whatever it is that I see or do the previous day. I like trying to remember what it was the previous that caused me to dream about something.

Razara had a dream with me in it. ::feels special::

Either that, or infectious.

One of the most vivid dreams I've ever had is one I had when I was six, and again when I was fifteen.

I was walking around the side of my house, wearing a long white dress. When I was six, it was almost like a communion dress, but the second time, it was more of just a shift. I was barefoot, and the grass was wet, and ahead of me was a beautiful camellia bush, almost a tree it was so large. Camellia's are lovely, if you've never seen one. They have these beautiful, deep green waxy leaves, and double-flowered ones (which this one was) are the most beautiful -they almost look like roses. I remember reaching out to touch one of the blossoms (blood-red) because the drops of water made the flowers sparkle like diamonds, and were so beautiful. Just as the tips of my fingers touched the stem to pick it, a snake shot out, and dug it's fangs into my wrist.

And that's when I woke up. Oo

The most nightmarish part of the dream though, is that I can vividly remember the open mouth of the snake, and the way the mouth and tongue, and eyes....ugh, gives me such shudders. I was never afraid of snakes until I had that dream the first time. I've never been able to bring myself to get near a snake since then.

The last dream I had was me being able to fly. And before anyone starts singing "I Believe I Can Fly", don't. I've had several dreams of me flying, but this one was specific because it was a cold wintery day and I was taking a shortcut that doesn't really exist, but it connects two streets that actually exist. It was wonderful. Too bad my mom woke me up. >:

I'm sure dreams have meaning, but considering how I can't understand my conscious thoughts, I'm not gonna even try with the subconscious kind.