Dream Interpretation Thread

[thegreenfaerie]

Dreamt of an ex last night. Good times.

On lucid dreaming, this one is tricky for me. I've been often aware that I'm dreaming within dreams, often times during not the happiest of ones and often ones that do take place in my room where I am actually sleeping. There have been times I've wanted to wake up and it was hard to, I didn't like this. One time, I was aware I was dreaming though, I was inside my parents house, and I started testing out my lucid dreaming by flying in different directions. I would say, "Okay, now let's try flying right" and I would fly right.

One time I had a sleep paralysis nightmare episode where I was trying to wake up/move and couldn't. It gets really confusing as to when I was actually awake or not. In the dream I started floating out of my bed with my dog in my arms and was being pulled toward 3 tiny lights in the corner of the room which were aliens...

[Tallmo]

I dreamt that I met Marie-Louise von Franz (Jungian analyst, LII). I had been her pupil and she was very happy with my learning. I had cited something from the Bible(?) and she liked that. I was going to go into analysis with her, and I wanted to mention my type. I was not sure on how to bring it up. Socionics type or just say that I'm introverted sensor. There was some confusion about this. She worked in a very large building complex and we went upstairs were there was a large open area with lots of people and from the building you had a good view of the ocean.

[Adam Strange]

I dreamed that I was riding in a car with friends and when I looked out the rear window, I noticed that the car was leaving a trail of pink drips on the road. When I pointed this out, someone said that they had been at a railroad crossing earlier where several people had been cut in half by a train. Those halves were now in the trunk, and they were evidently leaking.

I thought, “Good grief, the police could follow this trail right to this car. I need to get away from here.”
So when my friends saw some police cars on an overpass up ahead, they pulled off the road onto a grassy area and I grabbed my cardboard box and got out of the car and started walking.

I checked the cardboard box for its contents and yes, the handgun and ammunition were still in there. I fully loaded the handgun and then thought “What the hell? If I’m stopped, I’m going to have a hard time explaining this. I have to get rid of this gun.”
But where, where it wouldn’t be easily found during a search? I thought of tossing it into the open window of a parked car, but that wouldn’t work for long. Someone would find and report it. Plus, it had my fingerprints all over it and its ammunition. I wondered if wiping the gun on grass would remove the fingerprints and DNA traces?

And then the alarm went off and I woke up.

Postscript:
I’ve been rereading this post for a while, and I think this is a fairly good illustration of how I think.
I encounter a problem, the facts of the matter are contradictory and confusing, people may be lying to me and I might be lying to myself, I make no moral judgements regarding anyone’s actions, and I settle in to solving the problem as I see it.

[thegreenfaerie]

My dreams last night had rather ornate, refined, elegant imagery. Lots of crystal glass with etchings that reflected rainbow colors and such. I had broken into a rich, famous person’s apartment with friends. I went to multiple sort of events, by the end of it I was Charlize Theron and I was dancing at some sort of event. I was trying to ask a woman next to me about this glowing orb she was rolling in small vehicle with some sort of brown “yeti” at the front of the vehicle. Lol

[voider]

Today's dream: I was trying to board a plane with my cat, which is an adult cat, but she was a tiny kitten the size of my palm in this case. She was in the suitcase and my mother was with me when I was just about to go through the scanner. The suitcase was one of those old-fashioned ones, brown with clasps on the top and very rectangular. I was aware my cat was rummaging through my stuff but didn't feel alarmed that she'd suffocate, and neither did my mother, so I suppose in my dream world it's possible for kittens to survive in suitcases while on a plane. I was trying to pass through the scanner, and hoping they wouldn't call me out on the live cat inside my baggage, but they did. Surprisingly, it was allowed to carry cats in your suitcase, as long as they had a special cage and a bowl of food with an electrical scanner/button that alerted you of their state... We didn't have the cage, and the bowl was expensive to buy at the airport, and I was thinking, damn it, I don't even have a cat passport... So I decided to leave the cat/kitten with my mom, and boarded the plane. That's when it ended.

I told my mom about this and she said, "What if it's prophetic? Maybe you'll be moving out of the country, and I'm sure you'll want to take the cat with you. But you know you can't." Which is very true, at least in terms of how I'd feel about leaving my cat, lol. Dunno if it's actually prophetic tho. That comment made me think my mom isn't ESE.

[Adam Strange]

Here is the strange thing about the dream I described above.

I actually live a life that touches on the fraction of society that I described. I have owned exotic cars, I’ve attended large parties with beautiful people, I’ve traveled all over the world and have slept in an embassy, and the people I work for have access to military size money, which is actually far larger than any private or corporate money. And depending on how you measure it, you could say that my income puts me near the top percentile of society. And I still feel resentment against the rich and powerful. I still feel like an 836 Justice Fighter.

I still feel like a poor kid with immigrant parents, struggling to get ahead and seeing that the game is rigged and being so pissed off about that.

[Adam Strange]

It’s the weekend and I had a rare day when I could sleep in and so I didn’t set my alarm. Instead, I woke up naturally at 8 AM with sunlight streaming through the window. For some reason (maybe the blankets were too warm, IDK) I went back to sleep.

I don’t do well when I sleep too long, and after two more hours, my unconscious was fashioning a dream that was a nightmare, in order to wake me up. This is its modus operandi, and I’m quite familiar with it. What is interesting is the form of the nightmare that it sends me.

I’m an e8w7, 3w2, 6w7. Enneagram 8 is fear of being controlled, 3 is fear of being insignificant, and 6 is loss of faith in authority. So, of course, my dream dwelled on these points.

I found myself stuck in a large building that resembled an embassy. I and members of my team were working long hours in the dark basement, while the rich and elegant people we worked for were having a party in the beautiful rooms above us. The computer guys on the team decided to improve the computers and accidentally put them all out of commission after dinner, so I, feeling tired and frustrated, decided to go home and perhaps they would be fixed in the morning.

I was dead tired and hit the wrong button on the elevator and was taken to the upper floor of the embassy instead of the street. There, the party with the beautiful, exotic-looking people was in full swing. I was neither dressed for that nor emotionally up for it. The elevator stopped working so I had to find the stairs to go back down.

As I wandered around looking for the stairs, I found a room that opened onto a balcony over a lake. The children of the rich and famous had found that place to retreat to, similar to what kids do during large family get-togethers during holidays. I struck up a conversation with one boy, about 11, and asked him what he liked to do. He said he had a toy boat he liked to pilot across the lake outside. I asked him some technical questions about the boat; how it worked, how it was designed, and he just looked at me blankly. I realized, with a great deal of resentment, that he was probably richer now than I would ever be, and he’d never have to know anything to get even richer. He was born on the escalator.

I found my way down to the street level and was confronted with rows and rows of exotic cars, all of which I wanted and none of which I would ever own. My resentment grew larger, because the gap between my life and the lives of the undeserving rich was obviously large and growing larger. “Why work for this system?”, I thought. “I want to destroy it and replace it with a meritocracy.”

And then I woke up. If you call this waking state different from the dream.

[flames]

I had a dream my friend had acid and said he was too far away to come pick me up. Google maps said it was 15 minutes but really it’s 8 minutes if you take the highway which is what I told him. I kept lying and saying I had money for it because I thought we were doing it for free together.

I think it means I want acid!

[flames]

I had many dreams last night but the most powerful one stood out to me. I was in bed and felt two people embracing me, one in the back and one in the front. My eyes were closed but I felt them leaving me and got up to see it was just my blankets bundled up by my sides. The meaning is too strong to miss but I think it meant that the intimacy I have received in my life has always been a fleeting fantasy.

[flames]

I had a dream I was stuck in Minecraft in St. Louis during a zombie apocalypse with pools of deadly lava all over the place, and I ended up in the southern rural county where there were giant bears roaming. My friend’s mom was driving the car and kept taking the wrong highways and roads.

I have no clue what any of this means but trazodone is a hell of a drug.

[Adam Strange]

Had a dream in which I and another astronaut landed on Mars and while separately exploring, each encountered alien life in the form of anomalous space-time distortions. It slowly became clear that the distortions were building animal shapes from a native fungus to better interact with us humans, and I discovered a partial human form made of this fungus.

The alien anomaly was communicating with me by instilling vague impressions in my head, which were gradually becoming closer to my own thoughts as the alien learned more about me.

My partner radioed to me that she had destroyed the anomaly that she had encountered and the forms it was building with the laser mining unit on her rover, and was returning to base. That is what she said.

I realized that I was having a hard time distinguishing the alien’s thoughts from my own, and I realized that I was probably not going to be able to return to Earth.


Postscript:
I know what this dream is about. It is a recurring terror of mine, to have “me” be replaced by an alien creature. Basically, it is a description of my early encounters with my narcissistic mother. Before I was forced to become an e8 or go under before the onslaught.

[WinnieW]

Fascinating, @Adam Strange
Reads like a basic storyline for a horror sci-fi movie. Makes me wonder if the script of the movie "Event Horizon" is based on a nightmare dream an autor had.

And it seems to me that you do psychoanalytics on yourself. I value that.

[FreelancePoliceman]

I dreamt that mother's family was holding a family reunion. My immediate family and I don’t think were there, but we might have been in Alabama, where my mother’s family lives. Anyway, I dreamed that I had a distant relative who was quiet, introverted — probably ILI, if that paints a clearer picture, though I wasn’t thinking of her type in the dream. I learned that she bombed the family reunion, killing a lot of my family, including my cousins — who I was/am somewhat close with — with the exception of one, who was hospitalized with severe injuries. This more distant cousin had committed the bombing because of environmental concerns, having been convinced by incontrovertible statistics that the world was headed for a complete disaster.

She was, of course, jailed. None of my immediate or extended family spoke to her. I felt angry that everyone seemed to have abandoned her before her trial. I felt a death penalty was somewhat likely, and even if she didn’t get that, she’d probably spend the rest of her life imprisoned. I heard my mother refer to her once as if she were something completely deplorable, and I began to yell at her. I said that she wasn’t a monster; that she had been following principles, even if they might have been misguided. My mother became angry I was defending her, and reminded me that my cousins were dead. I yelled that was all the more reason not to waste another life. I also yelled that we were still family, and that we were the only ones even capable of caring for her — no one else would. I knew she wouldn’t have any support in jail, and would be treated as she was being treated now by my family — as a monster, that is. And I yelled at her that the death penalty was always wrong. My mother just walked away, probably feeling that I didn’t know what I was talking about. I was getting ready to visit this cousin in jail when the dream ended.

I wasn’t angry because I sympathized with her purpose of the bombing, and I was upset my cousins had died. But I was angry at the actions of both the justice system and my family. All that needed to happen was for her to be watched for the rest of her life — and possibly just talked to. I felt it was likely that she felt remorse for what she’d done, or, if not, she could at least be reasoned with not to commit a similar action in the future. I was willing to watch her if necessary. There was no reason for her life to be thrown away — either killed or spent in prison — but the judicial system wouldn’t understand that, and would condemn her regardless. And what she did was no excuse not to treat her like a human. She was one of the only surviving members of my family, and so all the more ought to receive that family’s support.

I can’t describe strong emotion well, but I really did feel upset by this.

[Adam Strange]

Last night, I dreamed that I had returned to University for another degree and was building a fiber-optic frequency splitter. (Yes, I definitely dream in color.) One of my lab partners noticed that my arm had scars all over it, and I admitted that it had once had to be surgically reattached, but I didn't say what caused it to become detached. Because that would open a door to a room in my life that I wanted to stay closed.

So there are many online sites which will interpret dreams for you. Apparently, dreaming of losing an arm means that the dreamer is concerned that they can't care for themselves, or have lost the ability to reach out to others for help.
It is interesting that in my dream, my arm, which had previously been severed, was now reattached and whole.

[ouronis]

I had a strangely detailed dream about a situation I don't think I've ever been in (well- there is one parallel).

I was in northeastern Turkey in a fake city of 1.1 million people. We got to our hotel and then as the large group I was traveling with started to leave the hotel, there was a huge shallow pool at the bottom of the steps, shaped as a semicircle with other circles ringing the edge.

We all went down to the pool and kind of remarked, oh isn't this cool, nice, interesting, etc. Then I got out of the pool on the edge to position myself to talk to the people around me. My guide (western) was nearby and suddenly shouted "hey! Get back!" I jumped back in the pool wondering what I had done wrong and the guide explained, "You're not allowed to leave the pool or the hotel." I was very confused but decided to shut up until I had had a moment to process. Once we went back inside and began to sit in the lobby, I paired off with the guide and started, in various refrains, saying "I don't think I want to stay here if I can't leave the hotel. It's 14 days!" During this conversation, one of the hotel staff was repeatedly asking if we needed anything (to which we said no). Eventually, me and my guide just sat there in awkward silence after he had tried to convince me it was fine and I wasn't having it. After a while, the guide goes up and starts talking to the hotel guy, and when the guide leaves the conversation, he walks into the opposite room without saying anything to me.The hotel guy then looks at me to catch my eye and starts beckoning me over. I go over to him and he says he'll show me the city and we go outsiden, past the pool to the sidewalk, and get into his car. We drive a while into the next part of town, and then get out onto the sidewalk. I feel really nervous but I trust the guide because presumably he wouldn't take me somewhere unsafe. We talk a little bit and I ask him some basic questions. What's the city called? Badar (made up pretty sure). What is the pop? 1.1 million. Where are we? A small side street off a main road off a main thoroughfare. I spend a little bit more time taking in the sights and getting sly but half-smiling looks from people and then my eastern guide comes up to me again. He says, "So, are you satisfied?" I say that I appreciate the trip, but I'd really like to see the bigger, real city where every one is, not a quiet daytime residential side street. So he takes me downtown, which is a complete maze. Blocks are packed side to side with low, sand buildings that contain winding alleyways to travel from one street to another without having to go around the block. In these alleys I see the worst types: people standing in line for a window that look like mercenaries or people in general that take for a living rather than give. We exit the first alley and there is a small stand with local food, which I buy and set down on a counter seat attached to the small box of a stand. I start getting nervous, thinking I don't want to expose myself for long and try to find somewhere inconspicuous to eat my food. Before I can, a hot Turkish chick comes up and sit on my food. Two reactions: fuck, I'm fucked now, and why is she willing to sit directly on my food? I say to her "Um, can I at least take that out from under you?" to which she says yes and I do so.
Finally, I'm back at the hotel and in my room, resigned to bear the next 14 days stoically and just get the fuck home.

Completely random dream, no idea why I was in a fictional town in Turkey near the border with Georgia. I don't know if it means anything either other than that my brain is capable of some insane synthesis of different experiences.

[Northstar]

Interesting that this thread popped up today, this morning I woke up before my alarm and was instantly fully awake. I don't remember all the details from the preceding dream but it was a fistfight that I started because my ex-gf had gotten herself a new boyfriend she wasn't satisfied with and for that reason I was visiting her. But this new guy had apparently thrown some of my socks (don't know why they were there) in the trash which enraged me and I immediately gave him a beatdown as he entered the apartment. That's when I woke up feeling like in the middle of a workout.
Fights with monsters are not all that uncommon in my dreams, either I manage to kill the monster or wake up if I lose a limb and bleed out.

[Adam Strange]

@ouronis, are you sure this was a dream and not you just remembering a normal workday in Bumfuckistan, TN? Close to, but not in, Georgia?

I mean, the unsafe surroundings, the derelicts in the maze of the company workplace, the hot hillbilly girl in the lunchroom sitting on your plate and calling it lunch, it all fits.

[ouronis]

@ouronis, are you sure this was a dream and not you just remembering a normal workday in Bumfuckistan, TN? Close to, but not in, Georgia?

I mean, the unsafe surroundings, the derelicts in the maze of the company workplace, the hot hillbilly girl in the lunchroom sitting on your plate and calling it lunch, it all fits.

There are a lot of incorrect things in this response

[Adam Strange]

There are a lot of incorrect things in this response

Well, that's good. Otherwise your life would resemble mine at some points.

What do you think your dream meant?

[ouronis]

Well, that's good. Otherwise your life would resemble mine at some points.

What do you think your dream meant?

The girl sitting on my food meant that she was disrespecting me because I was not supposed to be in their city, but, like the other locals, she didn't want to bring it to a full conflict. So other people started looking at me and I freaked out thinking the jig was up. I said what I think it means. It's a synthesis of different experiences. There wasn't a whole lot of explicit meaning to it. If I wanted to construe it in a Jungian fashion, I would say the trappedness, otheredness, the two guides, the shallow pool, and the girl were the most potent symbols, but I think they were just a bunch of archetypes ive come across over my life put together in a dream. The dream definitely fixed me in a certain direction, aligned me a certain way for my day.

[End]

I am just going to ask this question. Who here can lucid dream? If you can, how "real" does it feel when ya do? What are the limits of your control of the dream? I'm rather curious...

[End]

My LII father can, I've no idea where he heard the concept from though. He explained it to my SEI sister (I'll call her Cookie from now on since she likes Cookie Dough Bites) and I when we were very little, and presented it as a coping mechanism against nightmares we were having. I lost much of the "ability" in my teen years, but Cookie can still lucid dream and would do so nearly nightly before she got sick and began medical treatments.

Sounds silly but evidently there are "levels" of lucid dreaming, and it is a spectrum on each level.

Cookie is most likely a Level 4 lucid dreamer, which is the "highest level", since she says she can do anything in her dreams. She's immediately aware that she's dreaming, she knows what's in "the dream land" and what's IRL, and she immediately has control of her actions in her dreams. She flies in her dreams, terraforms the environment, changes the weather, liquefies people if she wants, changes the actions and thoughts of others without persuading or communicating to them... things like that. Her imagination seems to be the limit on what she can do. She's super casual about it too without being hoity toity, if I ask her about it she'll say something along the lines of "You can't do that? Dad taught it to us when we were kids." haha.

I was never on that level of mastery. I could fully control my actions, interact with everything in the environment, and was beginning to terraform and shit (pretty gardens ftw), but I don't ever recall changing the thoughts or actions of others. Maybe a few times by accident. Current day, when I do dream, I do still have the awareness that I'm dreaming and I still react to my dream environments with limited control. But I have a lot of trouble doing so and don't have the mastery that Cookie does, where it was like a RPG where I could do fuckall.

As for my dreams feeling real, the first step of lucid dreaming is becoming aware that you are in a dream, so I can't say anything feels truly real. I would have fun in my dreams most of the time, and I still have fun dreaming, but I still knew they were dreams you know? And a big part of dreams for me is disassociating myself from them after I wake up anyways, no matter how much I enjoy whatever they can offer me (fun, symbolism, introspection, etc).

That "total" mastery-tier seems to have drawbacks if I take the experiences of an LII I know who also has that level of maxed out oneiromancy. See, if you happen to trigger REM sleep you get more hours out of the day as it were. That is, dream sleep counts for more than dreamless sleep. It does for me after all. I'm way more rested after a night of dreams than not.

I can "guide" my lucid dreams, but not fully control them and, given his account, I'm quite glad about that. He can go full Time Manipulation in his dreams, and that's not exactly a good thing given his accounts. It basically means he's almost fully conscious during a dream sequence. Thus, he ain't getting that "bonus" to his resting time if ya know what I mean.

[qaz00]

And true, I relate. I do prefer sleep with dreams, even if the sleep is riddled with nightmares, since I tend to feel more rested than a "dreamless" sleep.

It's because most dreams happen in REM sleep phase and we remember dreams better if we have them just before waking up. So usually a memory of a dream is a sign of waking up during REM phase. it's a well know fact that waking up in this phase makes you feel more rested. There are sleep time calculators on the Internet that help to get this effect but it's not very precise because for every person this time may differ a bit. Maybe comparing how long you slept in dream vs dreamless nights can be used to determine how long sleep is best for you, as an alternative to more advanced and expensive sleep analysis (there is such thing that you can go to a place when you sleep with measuring devices connected to your head and get helpful information, I heard about this somewhere but don't know details).

[Adam Strange]

This is true, yeah. I've had sleep studies done as a kid and I've always had trouble entering the REM cycle. Since I was a child, I've been told that I sleep with my eyes partially open which may effect the REM sleep phase.

Comparing the dreamless nights to the nights that have dreams to determine how long I should sleep is very valuable advice, thank you!

My mother sometimes slept with her eyes partly open. My father, who was in two wars and frequently worked late, would come home and find her like this and it scared the shit out of him when he first saw it.

[End]

I was thinking lucid dreaming on extreme levels would mess up good quality dream interpretation, if that's what you're saying. I could even see how superstitions may come into play.

And true, I relate. I do prefer sleep with dreams, even if the sleep is riddled with nightmares, since I tend to feel more rested than a "dreamless" sleep.

I wonder what it is with LIIs and lucid dreaming haha.

They might, given how that final level of lucid dreaming would essentially make you a "god" within the dream. Though, like I said, I know a man who has attained that state and regrets it for it only compounds his insomnia. He wishes he could dream as I do. I guide, perhaps even significantly influence, but I can never claim to fully control the experience...

[Grendel]

They might, given how that final level of lucid dreaming would essentially make you a "god" within the dream. Though, like I said, I know a man who has attained that state and regrets it for it only compounds his insomnia. He wishes he could dream as I do. I guide, perhaps even significantly influence, but I can never claim to fully control the experience...

I miss the phase of dreams where I would die and then become omnipotent for 20 seconds before waking. Such better days.

[Adam Strange]

I had a dream last night. I was staying at my parents' big, empty house, thinking that the yard and trees needed some work. I was the only one there, since they moved to a nursing home. I was tending my ex-wife's orange tomcat (her actual cat is black) while she was on a trip, but the trip was over and it was time to give the cat back. She and my son drove up and picked up the cat to take it to their new home. As they were getting ready to leave, I told my ex that life with her had been pretty good, even though she was 15% crazy. Well, maybe 20%. She looked at me with resigned amusement, as she always did in our marriage. I now know that to be sympathetic Supervision. And then they drove off.
I think she's going to be about as happy in her new life as she always was.

One of the reasons I married her was because my life had been chaotic at the time, and she seemed so adult (SLI Caregiver) and so stable. Plus, she had good taste in clothes and furnishings and she took care of her health and everyday maintenance, which I did not.
What I didn't realize at the time was that Supervision can lock a person into a certain kind of position. A very limiting position. A position where there is no growth, forever.

After she moved out, my business started growing by leaps and bounds. Strange, how that happened.

[Aster]

I had a dream last night I was involved in a jewelry heist with my oldest daughter. We stole a ruby ring from a museum, but I’d returned it out of guilt. Given the opportunity to steal it again, I noticed someone had already taken it. And it was my daughter. The details are fuzzy, but I remember the gist (correctly maybe). It was like The Thomas Crown Affair or Entrapment...I’m pretty sure I was thinking about the move entrapment the other day and this is why I dreamt this. But it’s pretty weird that a fleeting thought built the basis for one of my dreams.

[Adam Strange]

Something about my situation is changing. Normally, when I oversleep, my subconscious starts introducing unpleasant elements into my dreams which cause me to wake up right away. Normally, this works, but recently, it has not. My rational brain seems to be overriding the lizard brain.

I normally sleep 5.9 hours every night, and then just wake up, but on the weekends, especially if I skipped sleep on Thursday to put more work into a report, I can sleep for 8 or even 9 hours. This happened last night.

My subconscious seems to hate this. In my dream, I found myself in the middle of a multi-flight trip to a third world destination whose name I hadn’t bothered to learn because it was on the ticket.
Halfway through the flight, I was delayed by the local customs and missed my connection. Didn’t wake up.
Then I learned that the middle leg of the next available flight had been cancelled and they didn’t know if there was space available on an alternate flight. Didn’t wake up.
I had to sleep in a side corridor in the airport because there were no hotels. Didn’t wake up.
When I woke up (in the dream), my luggage and wallet and watch had been stolen, including the tickets for the remaining flights, and I was left with just a few small bills of US currency in my pocket. Didn’t wake up.
Some local approached me with a bag and said it contained some toiletries and there was a flight out leaving right away, not to my destination, but to a place that could get me to my destination. I looked inside the bag as we hurried along and saw what looked like a bomb. Lol.
I seemed to pause, mentally, halfway between the dream and wakefulness, thought about the trajectory of recent events, and woke up for real.

I should mention that my subconscious is not very inventive. All of those things I experienced in the dream have actually happened to me at some point or another. Except the bomb in the bag, and even that has been implied.

[Number 9 large]

Something about my situation is changing. Normally, when I oversleep, my subconscious starts introducing unpleasant elements into my dreams which cause me to wake up right away. Normally, this works, but recently, it has not. My rational brain seems to be overriding the lizard brain.

I normally sleep 5.9 hours every night, and then just wake up, but on the weekends, especially if I skipped sleep on Thursday to put more work into a report, I can sleep for 8 or even 9 hours. This happened last night.

My subconscious seems to hate this. In my dream, I found myself in the middle of a multi-flight trip to a third world destination whose name I hadn’t bothered to learn because it was on the ticket.
Halfway through the flight, I was delayed by the local customs and missed my connection. Didn’t wake up.
Then I learned that the middle leg of the next available flight had been cancelled and they didn’t know if there was space available on an alternate flight. Didn’t wake up.
I had to sleep in a side corridor in the airport because there were no hotels. Didn’t wake up.
When I woke up (in the dream), my luggage and wallet and watch had been stolen, including the tickets for the remaining flights, and I was left with just a few small bills of US currency in my pocket. Didn’t wake up.
Some local approached me with a bag and said it contained some toiletries and there was a flight out leaving right away, not to my destination, but to a place that could get me to my destination. I looked inside the bag as we hurried along and saw what looked like a bomb. Lol.
I seemed to pause, mentally, halfway between the dream and wakefulness, thought about the trajectory of recent events, and woke up for real.

I should mention that my subconscious is not very inventive. All of those things I experienced in the dream have actually happened to me at some point or another. Except the bomb in the bag, and even that has been implied.

Interesting. Generally when you get terrorised by your unconscious in your dreams or otherwise it implies you have emotional problems or problems that hurt you deeply

[Northstar]

I started to spontaneously lucid dream as a teenager, typically to level 3 according to that psychology today definition. I could fly, control time and things like that. There wasn't that much human interaction so can't really say if level 4 was possible. Probably, but human interaction wasn't on the very top of my list when lucid dreaming, except for meeting school crushes.

The tendency to lucid dream has reduced a lot as the dreams themselves have become less intense with age, but it still happens sometimes, between levels 1-3. If level 1 happens (realizing it is a dream), then there is a higher likelihood of escalating it to bending the dreamworld to my will. But it's pretty fragile, trying too hard (especially trying for level 4) can just end it and wake me up and often then it's impossible to enter the dream again, the remaining dreams for the night being bland and unimpressive even if lucid.

[thegreenfaerie]

I had another dream that was quite simple, without any crazy imagery, similar to the one above, but more meaningful to me. I was alone, in a short, flowy, white dress. I was in Italy, the Italian countryside. I was walking past a villa that had the shape of a cross cut out in the top of the villa. There was shade, the were leaves on the ground. It was still and quiet. I was walking parallel to the villa and I came to a cliff where I stopped and saw sparse trees in the distance. That was it lol. It was very simple, but it somehow felt spiritual to me. I’m not religious and I do find it hard to be a true believer of any sort, but I do feel fairly spiritually inclined. I often find spirituality in nature.

[thegreenfaerie]

In the past several years I started to have parts of dreams I’d have come flooding into consciousness at random points throughout the day. I do have where I know I’m dreaming in a dream and sometimes I try to wake up from it, but I think I’ve only had a lucid dream where I could control things once. As mentioned before I dream every night, usually several in a night and my dreams are very vivid. Sometimes there is a lot of symbolism and sometimes there are fantasy elements. It would be cool if we could record our dreams and turn them into movies.

One of my more meaningful dreams was after the passing of my sister. In the dream she was pulling me up into space. She had let me know that there was an afterlife and that it was sublime. As I was floating through space and she was pulling me forward, I had an incredibly amazing feeling surging through my body. I could feel it. She told me this was how it felt in the afterlife. She asked me if I was ready to go into the afterlife, which is where she was pulling me. I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t ready because I needed to stay in this life because I would be needed in the future for her son, my nephew.

[mushaboom]

I've been avoiding talking about or writing about this dream I had a few nights ago. Simply because I wasn't sure how others would react to me or how they could possibly interpret it without conjuring feelings of my own insecurity, of fearing that I am more detached from reality than I realized. Regardless, I'll write about it, because it's been mulling and swimming in my conscious and I know writing it down would finally set it free the way it deserves. Some nights ago, I had this dream of being in this forest. It's night time. Or maybe it's within a realm where the sky is black because nothing really exists beyond it. I don't feel the wind. Maybe that means something. I see trees and one in particular stands out, because a woman is tied to it. She wasn't wearing any clothing, and her hair was down. Her skin, her eyes, her hair, are all a pale white tone. She was the only thing that glowed in my dream. She looks up ahead and I see in time, a man drawing a bow and arrow. He shoots the arrows repeatedly at her, and I don't know how or why, but they must've been some heavy duty arrows of some sort, because they would quite literally blow her limbs out from her body. He kept doing this and I could only stand back and watch helplessly, as her arms, legs, torso, breasts, all of it, continue to blow into bits from the impact of his arrows.

I think I've dreamed of Eve. Every blow I've witnessed was my heart being torn from my body, too.

In the next scene, when all that was left was her face on the tree, it seemed that the hunter left the scene, pleased at what he's done. Her face was carried into a river by a small girl, and that woman looked up at her as she moves her lips to say something to her. But I don't hear anything. Nothing at all. And again, all I could do, was stand by and watch helplessly. I couldn't even draw this scene because I felt sick and anxious, relaying these scenes again and again in my mind, so I gave up.

It's funny, but when I saw my mother getting talked down to by my father the morning after that dream, all I could do was cry in my room.

[Adam Strange]

I've been avoiding talking about or writing about this dream I had a few nights ago. Simply because I wasn't sure how others would react to me or how they could possibly interpret it without conjuring feelings of my own insecurity, of fearing that I am more detached from reality than I realized. Regardless, I'll write about it, because it's been mulling and swimming in my conscious and I know writing it down would finally set it free the way it deserves. Some nights ago, I had this dream of being in this forest. It's night time. Or maybe it's within a realm where the sky is black because nothing really exists beyond it. I don't feel the wind. Maybe that means something. I see trees and one in particular stands out, because a woman is tied to it. She wasn't wearing any clothing, and her hair was down. Her skin, her eyes, her hair, are all a pale white tone. She was the only thing that glowed in my dream. She looks up ahead and I see in time, a man drawing a bow and arrow. He shoots the arrows repeatedly at her, and I don't know how or why, but they must've been some heavy duty arrows of some sort, because they would quite literally blow her limbs out from her body. He kept doing this and I could only stand back and watch helplessly, as her arms, legs, torso, breasts, all of it, continue to blow into bits from the impact of his arrows.

I think I've dreamed of Eve. Every blow I've witnessed was my heart being torn from my body, too.

In the next scene, when all that was left was her face on the tree, it seemed that the hunter left the scene, pleased at what he's done. Her face was carried into a river by a small girl, and that woman looked up at her as she moves her lips to say something to her. But I don't hear anything. Nothing at all. And again, all I could do, was stand by and watch helplessly. I couldn't even draw this scene because I felt sick and anxious, relaying these scenes again and again in my mind, so I gave up.

It's funny, but when I saw my mother getting talked down to by my father the morning after that dream, all I could do was cry in my room.

This dream is like a painting by Max Ernst or Leonora Carrington.

[mushaboom]

This dream is like a painting by Max Ernst or Leonora Carrington.

What do you suppose my dream means?

[flames]

I had a dream that I was guessing the enneagram types of action figures.

[Vex]

I had a dream that I was guessing the enneagram types of action figures.

I have dreams where I try to type anime characters. But I also do this IRL.

[Adam Strange]

I dreamed that I was in a cabin in the woods with an ESI that I know. We had just met and were vacationing. She climbed into bed and I was undressing to follow her, but I wasn’t planning to have sex with her; just to sleep.

I tried looking up online what this might mean and couldn’t find any explanations which made sense. Instead, I think it addresses two things in regards to my life.

One, when my ex and I first started seeing each other, we decided to spend two weeks together in a cabin on a beach. Ostensibly, it was a vacation. In reality, it was a test run to see if we could live together. It turned out, we could.

Two, I think my dream is telling me that sex is not the primary consideration in relationships. I’ve noticed that I’m immediately sexually attracted to LSI’s and not to ESI’s, but ESI’s are easy to be around and make me feel happy when they are simply there.

Now I’m interpreting my own dreams, and I wonder if that is wise?

[cry]

Some smiley blonde gave me a baby to hold in my hands, .. tbh that's all really.