Ragnarok wrote:

Razara wrote:

But I couldn't fly, for some reason. Kealdrea says it was because I didn't believe that I could fly. I think it might be because someone on the forum mentioned that when they tried it, they could only hover for a few seconds. Next time I'll try to believe that I can fly.

Ack, I'm sorry if I contributed to non-flight! Did you try swimming through the air? That's my plan for next time.

Next time I'd like to try flying with wings. If you imagine that you'll have wings when you look behind you, then you will. I'm sure that I won't have trouble believing that I can fly if I have those.

I still need to make some sort of plan for lucid dreams. I've had two so far, and it always comes as such a surprise to me. It's like I'll be in the middle of doing something, and then suddenly it occurs to me that I have to do something completely different with very little time. Kind of like being on a game show. I wasn't even going to try flying again, but it was the first thing that popped into my head.

I had a very random dream last night.  It involved me going to Japan with two moderately cute guys I've probably never met. We end up going to either a bar or a brothel and wind up with two Japanese girls who speak only speak English well enough to make decent conversation. Then a bunch of strange, IFD-ish things start happening and I woke up.

I had a nightmare which in my friend wounded me (punch on my back). I fell down and she went away. Then I crawled to the tend where nurse took care of me. I was bleeding and I called my brother to say that I love him and I'm dying. Then I died. It was so real, I had problems with breathing and I didn't want to fall asleep again. Brrr...

I had a shitty fucking nightmare last night. The kind that makes you say, "I'LL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN, I FEEL DIRTY!!!"

There’s the relative of mine who died, his name was Jimmy and we were very close. Rarely can a family member have a conversation with me without my bringing up, “Well, Jimmy used to say…” or, “As Jimmy would have wanted…” or, “Need to live up to the standard Jimmy set by…”

This recent birthday of mine makes me the same age that he was when he died, 26. I was 24 back when it happened. I worried that if I get older than Jimmy, would I still remember him as the close confidant he was, or will be start to appear to me like a young boy as I age past his own? My mother, who lost her father when she was a little girl, said NO, the people who die remain in their fixed roles. Just because she’s older than her father was when he died, doesn’t mean she thinks of him as a young man, he still remains every bit the exalted father figure.

I have another relative who shares the name Jimmy. He’s also the same age as Jimmy, and they grew up quite closely. My Jimmy lived with me for several years when we were younger, but he also lived with the other Jimmy…who we will call JAMES to keep the story straight. I wasn’t ever very close to James, and as Jimmy got older, he distanced himself from James - who was into partying and drinking and drugging, while my Jimmy was into self-exploration, spirituality, and evolving into a better man. After my Jimmy died, James really straightened his life up…used the example of Jimmy. James did so well, that Jimmy’s mother decided to give him Jimmy's old Bible to commemorate his immediate turn-around.

Back to my shitty fucking nightmare… Jimmy & I were both little kids, and I think we were making mud pies and visiting each other, wearing those ugly 80's athletic, short-shorts with the stripe down the side, so HAPPY! Suddenly, I transform into an adult, and I am torturing the remaining Jimmy (James). I had a pair of pliers in my hand, and I am almost certain I pulled a few of James teeth out. I may have said something to the effect of, “Why are you the one who lived?” As this is going on, my dream switches back to being a child, playing with my Jimmy, who is now angry with me for what I’ve said & done to James. The scenes switch back and forth, one minute I’m an adult screaming at James, waving a pair of pliers in front of his face, the next, I’m a child listening to my Jimmy rebuke me for my attitude. Eventually, James is sick of humoring me (I suppose he wasn’t fighting back, just listening) and is ready to beat my ass! I can tell that my moment has nearly arrived to get the crap kicked out of me, when I suddenly wake up! THANK GOD!!!!

What a terrible dream!!! What a terrible person!!! I can’t believe I dreamed that!

I’m not close enough with James to ever give him the cold shoulder over Jimmy’s death, nor do I think he’s responsible in the least! Jimmy’s mother, on the other hand, just recently expressed that exact opinion to me that it was unfair her son died and the family fuck-up gets a second chance. I told her that was a wicked attitude to have and Jimmy would have gladly given his life if it would have helped just one person in turn their life around. But, that doesn't excuse the fact that in my dream *I* was the one representing the horrible attitude, and WHY THE FUCK WAS I CARRYING PLIERS like a psychopath??? That freaks me out! If I dream about a murderer or a monster, or something really vicious, it’s scary but at least I can say I was just watching the action. HERE, I was the one doing the dirty deed!!! To my credit, I don’t remember physically using the pliers at all during the dream, they were just in my hand, and James seemed pissed off enough that I assumed I had. STILL, why were they there? That is fucked up!

edit: to remove his middle name, so my family doesn't find my ramblings when they search for mentions of him online.

Last edited by Frosty (08-17-2007 08:58:14 PM)

Seconding Ragnarok.  And if dreams are meaningful at all, they cloak their meanings well; for me, at least, it's very unusual for my dreams' surface meaning to make any sense, and I have to go deeper and look at symbolism to find the true meaning.  Once I dreamed I was being anally violated by my mother.  That doesn't make it a deep, repressed desire of mine. 

Razara wrote:

I still need to make some sort of plan for lucid dreams. I've had two so far, and it always comes as such a surprise to me. It's like I'll be in the middle of doing something, and then suddenly it occurs to me that I have to do something completely different with very little time. Kind of like being on a game show. I wasn't even going to try flying again, but it was the first thing that popped into my head.

I've been having a bunch of lucid dreams lately and, like you, I thought it would be a good idea to make a plan for what to do. ;_; But then when I got into the lucid dream, my dream self didn't listen to my waking self, and I just did whatever I wanted. I'd be like "Oh, yeah! When I was awake I wanted to do some math to make sure my logic was working. ...Screw that. I'm gonna do all the stuff I didn't want to do when I was awake!"

Stupid dream-self. >_> Thinks she's so cool just because she can do anything.

Maybe you're worried that someone in your life right now isn't everything they appear to be? Or maybe not a person, it could be a situation which looks like it's too good to be true. It could even be an ideal you've held onto for some time and have begun to question.

Frosty wrote:

I don't like the feeling of my trust in the dogs being misplaced, at the end of the dream - it's always a giant shock! Like, walking in on someone cheating on you - that's what finding out about the evil dog feels like.

If that's how it feels, it may well be what your subconscious is getting at. Not that someone's cheating on you, per se, a general fear of being betrayed.

Another theory could be worrying that someone else may accuse you of misplacing your faith. In both these dreams it's an 'outside' force which reveals the dogs to be evil. Red eyes aside, can you be sure that the narrating voice was speaking the truth? Or that the townspeople were correct in calling the yorkie a demon? Do you have any apprehension about believing something that others don't?

I had a dream which in David Hasselhoff was trying to learn "bad boys" how to dance with disguises from "Saturday Night Fever", and no one wanted to dance with him. It was a trap, because this meeting supposed to be Krav Maga lesson.

I dreamed I hung out with Hugh Laurie.

It was rockin.

Last week, I had a rather weird dream.  It involved Paradox, Peach Girl's Sae, and Anno (yea, the Eva guy).  In it, Sae was leading all the girls of my high school against me, because they were all jealous that Paradox and I were dating (first off, he didn't go to my high school, and second, we're married not dating...but my dreams are almost always set in high school) and thought I "stole" him from some previous girlfriend.  The bitch tried to drown me at one point.  While all that was going on, Paradox and I were also going to a convention where we met Anno.  We were on a boat (him, Paradox, Sae, some other guy, and I) when all of the sudden Anno tried to, well, rape me.  It was weird.  Paradox was going after him when I woke up.

I never want to see Anno's face again.  That was just creepy, even knowing it was just a dream the entire time.

Lately, my sexual dreams have all been puns.

I had a dream a few nights ago that I was trying to feel myself up, but I didn't like it all that much. I thought I was coming to terms with my extreme narcisism, but then I realized that the boy I like uses screenname "Me" for practically everything. It makes sense; he keeps resisting my advances. Pooface.

I had a dream about a weasel, who became super intelligent after being injected with a serum derived from strawberries.

What does this say about me as a person?