? I don't see how. I don't think it would make much sense personally. Audiences wouldn't like it. I am VERY drunk so I may not have the most clear vision atm but I'm curious what exactly seems good for TV about this.Originally Posted by Adam Strange
I just had a dream wherein I was sipping from a glass of ice water and a little baby cat jumped in and sat, submerged under the ice, just looking around.
I took the cat in a glass over to the kitchen sink to pour it and the ice out, because it was showing no signs of climbing out by itself.
What in the world could this mean?
I wonder if the kitten represents ESIs? But why ice water? Because I can’t seem to warm them up, and they seem perfectly comfortable staying cold but under water?
Huh. IDK.
The other part of this is that I saw the cat as being in need of rescue. If the cat represents ESIs, that’s bad.
Postscript:
I didn’t actually think that the cat needed to be rescued, but it wasn’t climbing out on its own, and I really didn’t want a dead cat in my glass.
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The first impression I got was of the little cat seeming to say "I've placed myself here with Adam Strange now, and not much will deter me - I'd like to see him try to ignore me"
Perhaps the cat is a symbol of stubbornness or it is calling on your affectionate side to persevere with rescuing it and warming its tiny heart? I've gone and made this sappy
Thank you, @thistle. You might be right (about the first part. I don't think you made this sappy.)The first impression I got was of the little cat seeming to say "I've placed myself here with Adam Strange now, and not much will deter me - I'd like to see him try to ignore me"
Perhaps the cat is a symbol of stubbornness or it is calling on your affectionate side to persevere with rescuing it and warming its tiny heart? I've gone and made this sappy
Ice water is uncomfortable, ever taken a cold shower? Yet, a cat, a creature who hates water jumped in it of its own will like it was nothing. Maybe it means you've put yourself in an uncomfortable situation and you unconsciously dread the idea of dying in it.
Well, that got dark, feel free to ignore if it means nothing to you.
What color was the cat tho?
The cat didn’t seem uncomfortable. It didn’t seem like it was drowning, either.
The only time I felt uncomfortable was when I went to pour the cat out of the glass. I was afraid it would hit its head in the sink, so I tilted the glass sideways and held my hand under it so the cat would land in my hand first.
I think the cat did represent an ESI. I had been out on a date with one earlier, and they both had similar fur coats.
The kitten had mostly brown fur, mixed with black, and very big eyes.
I'm not saying the cat looked uncomfortable or was aware of the uncomfort, but that the settings are highly uncomfortable. There's a nuance here, a lot of people keep themselves in uncomfortable spots without realizing, a sort of status quo of sort.
But never mind that.
Perhaps asking what you think dreams are about in essence would be more fructuous since they are yours. I tend to believe they mainly speak of the dreamer's unconscious, but it doesn't seem to be your case. Each of the symbols, each thing felt is a clue to what it means, it's a whole picture only you has access to.
Perhaps you see the ESI as needing help without her realizing so. It fits the duality stuff.
Maybe you want to help, but you're unsure if the help is required or if it will be rejected, a sort of vulnerability thing since you're an 8. It seems like you're facing an unknown territory maybe, the cat looks fine but it's in disastrous setting, why? what to do about it? Is it about what you can do to help or that you should give a chance to the cat's way?
The big eyes, how did they look at you? With interest, distantly, in a shy manner... can you tell something from them or not? That could be an interesting point.
Dreams aren't an exact science.
@adage, the kitten’s eyes were just staring at me, waiting, but seemingly without expectation. The rest of what you said was spot-on. If the kitten did represent the ESI that I had coffee with, then yes, I did see her as perhaps needing my help, even though she was fine without it and didn’t ask for it.
Yes. The kitten was under water but didn’t seem troubled by that. It was surrounded by ice, and if you’ve ever met an ESI, you probably know how they can hold back any expression of their feelings, especially if they don’t know you.
As for my relationship with my dreams, I think my dreams are monologues from my lizard brain, where emotions lie, but not language. So people rarely speak in my dreams; the dreams are all about feelings, situations, and impressions. Probably exactly like the way a lizard experiences the world.
But that lizard is me and it shares my impressions of the world, but it can’t speak language to the supercomputer mammal overlaid brain, so it has to communicate in images, when the supercomputer isn’t busy doing supercomputer things.
“I” run the logic in this operation, but the lizard brain does the emotions.
When I remember my dreams, I pay attention to them, because they are insight from my emotional half, conveyed in the language of images.
I recently had a dream wherein I discovered a kitten with beautiful light blue/periwinkle fur. I was shocked to learn there had been a kitten living in my room for years that I had never noticed, but the moment I took the kitty into my arms I felt overwhelmed with love. I adored that little cat so much and I instantly knew the cat belonged to me. It was my little lovely kitten and I never let it go, but it somehow just disappeared…
Distraught, I scampered around in a frenzy until I staggered outside my house where I saw my little kitten baby lying in the grass
Dead
And despite the heart-rending melancholy I felt looking at the fresh carcass of my furry little baby, my feelings were accompanied by a sense of wonder and peace as well because there was something so idyllic about the scene. The grass was tall and majestic, and those viridescent blades sparkled with golden dew under the morning sun. It was so beautiful, as if I had been summoned to the Elysian fields so I could part ways with my kitty in peace. But was this really happening, I thought? Did my cat have to die so soon after I finally had it in my life? Fuck Heaven’s beauty, I wanted my cat, my baby, back in my arms! I ran over to it and once it was at my feet, suddenly….
there was no more radiant sun overhead, only a looming overcast of puffy gray clouds; the gorgeous grass between my toes was replaced with this goddamn dead, coarse feeling, awful dirt!
And what happened to my sweet kitten…
… it was no longer a kitten I saw, it was some grotesque worm. Or like a millipede. Or a snake, idk. Its pretty blue color was now a bilious yellow. I nearly retched. I was looking at a putrid monster, which wasn’t even dead anymore, now writhing in the dirt as if in pain or feeling uncomfortable in its own body. Or… as if it were taunting me! As if it didn’t care about me!
I was seized by anxiety, disgust, and I felt betrayed.
Kitty, how could you do this to me? I loved you… I loved you so much…
fear of the world not living up to ur expectations that is betraying ur love. after things die they are eaten by worms lets say. fear of loss, that u know is coming, so u reach into it already before its happened just by thinking about it which manifests it in your dream. things can manifest in reality like that too. fear of things never being good enough for u. if u project scorn on someone they can feel scorned. if the worm is scorned, it scorns back as we are all vesselves of each other's bullshit.
maybe the worm felt betrayed, by that u cared about it when it was a cat, but not when it was a worm. as if you were uncomfortable with its own body. this can all be things true for urself as well. the worm's writhing can be ur own writhing.
if u love me at my best would u love me at my worst? what am i and what are you? what is love and what does it mean in relation to someone that u dont even know what it is.
the worm is a symbol for a baby, growth, like the snake is for sensing, intuition, healing, good, evil and has close relationship with the tree of life. a worm is weaker than a snake, and than a cat. like a baby would also be weak
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self diagnosed ASD, ADHD, schizotypal/affective
Your face makes your brain and sociotype – how muscle use shapes personality
I want to care
if I was better I’d help you
if I was better you’d be better
Human Design 2/4 projector life path 1
I was a soldier in a group of warriors sieging an underground coliseum. There was a narrow entrance that we went through. We fought an invading foreign army. They were twisted and deformed. They had strange weapons, giant clubs, two-pronged spears, spiked warhammers. Their armor resembled different animals, one was a ram.
Eventually, the enemy stopped and they surrendered. I was the king now, waiting for the surrender of their general. He was a giant bearded fat man, he looked like an evil sultan, dressed in gold and robes. The army attacked me as the king from behind and I had to fight my way out and the battle began again. We decided to kill every last soldier, no matter if they surrendered.
I was another soldier now. We were pinned down and surrounded. I was leading the group. I was killing people left and right when a swarm of bats flew around and something suddenly attacked someone next to me faster than I could see or react. I knew in the dream that they had a vampire on their side. It was a grey demonic-looking thing with long teeth. I slashed through it but it never seemed to get hurt. It killed my men one by one. Ripped them apart and ate them. There was only a handful of us left, I was thinking that there's no way this could be the end. Suddenly a young boy appeared, he was supernatural like a fairy or an elf, he was the king of some magical place. He helped save me because I helped him with some seemingly meaningless thing for him unknowingly.
This one was of the weirder more vivid dreams I've had.
The Barnum or Forer effect is the tendency for people to judge that general, universally valid statements about personality are actually specific descriptions of their own personalities. A "universally valid" statement is one that is true of everyone—or, more likely, nearly everyone. It is not known why people tend to make such misjudgments, but the effect has been experimentally reproduced.
The psychologist Paul Meehl named this fallacy "the P.T. Barnum effect" because Barnum built his circus and dime museum on the principle of having something for everyone. It is also called "the Forer effect" after its discoverer, the psychologist Bertram R. Forer, who modestly dubbed it "the fallacy of personal validation".
If I may, do you feel like you're fighting with either other people or inner urges? Whichever, it seems to me you consider them inferior, wild, lacking in civism or something like that. Those are savage in the wrost way, faceless, without humanity.
Even when you think they bow, they are only bidding their time, waiting to hit when the defences are gone.
I think the vampire represent your own exhaustion of this fighting, it's powerful, it drains the life right out of your army, you cannot slay regardless of your efforts.
in your fight striving to win against those dark forces, you best ally was a boy looking supernatural. The way I see this is that he's your own inner guidance that comes to your aid. It seems you feel unworthy of it.
He clearly thinks you're worth saving even if you don't understand why.
But idk, if you think it makes no sense, disregard. I had fun writing this.
If I may, do you feel like you're fighting with either other people or inner urges? Whichever, it seems to me you consider them inferior, wild, lacking in civism or something like that. Those are savage in the wrost way, faceless, without humanity.
Even when you think they bow, they are only bidding their time, waiting to hit when the defences are gone.
I think the vampire represent your own exhaustion of this fighting, it's powerful, it drains the life right out of your army, you cannot slay regardless of your efforts.
in your fight striving to win against those dark forces, you best ally was a boy looking supernatural. The way I see this is that he's your own inner guidance that comes to your aid. It seems you feel unworthy of it.
He clearly thinks you're worth saving even if you don't understand why.
But idk, if you think it makes no sense, disregard. I had fun writing this.
I loved this
The Barnum or Forer effect is the tendency for people to judge that general, universally valid statements about personality are actually specific descriptions of their own personalities. A "universally valid" statement is one that is true of everyone—or, more likely, nearly everyone. It is not known why people tend to make such misjudgments, but the effect has been experimentally reproduced.
The psychologist Paul Meehl named this fallacy "the P.T. Barnum effect" because Barnum built his circus and dime museum on the principle of having something for everyone. It is also called "the Forer effect" after its discoverer, the psychologist Bertram R. Forer, who modestly dubbed it "the fallacy of personal validation".
I had a dream that I living on a house on the beach. I stepped outside while brushing my teeth to watch the sunset and the sky was purple. My toothbrush turned off and I restarted it so that I could finish watching the sunset.
Interesting.
This interpretation will be short too. Seems small matters not being as you wish can keep you from enjoying life to it's full extent, that's from the toothbrush being resterted to enjoy the sunset.
Or not, who knows?
That's really interesting. My SEI ex had dreams like that. I can barely imagine having a dream so vivid and spatially oriented. I'd describe my dreams as more "narrative." Or it's like taking part in a play. People have their acts and props have their use, but images are rather hazy and unimportant. I never remember exact shapes -- colors at most, and usually not unless their color is particularly striking. Often action "happens" "offstage;" I don't see or participate in it, but I understand that it happened, and the other "actors" move as if it did as well. Scenes can shift either forward or backward in time. Dreams like yours remind me of dreams you see in TV shows where someone can see everything in full color vision and be confused as to whether they're dreaming or real life, because almost everything (with a few exceptions like the purple sky) is normal, or was normal in the past. That's fascinating to me.
In my dreams for instance, the sky wouldn't be purple, and probably wouldn't even have a color at all, unless it were relevant to something else in a dream.
Unfortunately I don't know how to interpret your dream.
My guess is that S types' dreams are more...S-y, and N dreams are more N-y. In my limited experience comparing dreams that seems right to me.
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hm i didn't think movie dreams were realistic either as mine aren't like the movies. my dreams only started getting more "realistic" as i got older. And it's definitely not easy to recall colors and all that.
Chronic "grass is always greener" syndrome
My dreams vary in vividness and type of narrative. Sometimes I’m watching the dream unfold from a third person perspective, sometimes it’s first person, sometimes it switches off. For many of my dreams, I have no recollection of seeing color.
I know what you mean about events happening “offstage” in a dream. I think that’s an excellent way of describing it. Sometimes it happens with the setting too. For example, I might “know” that I’m in someone’s van even though the van was just a boat. I wonder if this feeling of knowing is our way of “staying in” in the dream or maintaining the dream state in spite of the dream’s oddness or inconsistencies.
i wonder if handling small matters can also be allowing u to enjoy life instead of keeping u away from it
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Jesus is King stops black magic and closes portals
self diagnosed ASD, ADHD, schizotypal/affective
Your face makes your brain and sociotype – how muscle use shapes personality
I want to care
if I was better I’d help you
if I was better you’d be better
Human Design 2/4 projector life path 1
a lot of dreams about wars, where i lost myself in the violence and passage of time, that i got recurring dreams of maybe the same world and wars at a different time. like moments from one day then moments from a day months or years ahed, moments of days closer by. bomb disarming. i didnt know if i shoudl be doing it but there was a sense maybe of some kind of morality/entitlement being on the right side of conflict but where there concerns about being wrong? or did i imagine them before or now. people dying could be descirbed as nothing but it wasnt nothing. there was a cause that made it something even if it felt like nothing superficially. some kind of a numb rage/dark determination
running away as a gorilla from cops tanks and helicopters jumping really high in a futurustic city with jungles spread across islands
something a murder that i have to solve, found the murderer, exchanged words, something about revenge, was he a phantom? i dont remember if i managed to kill him but that guy pissed me off
big cities (for a dream) with inetersting designes i have to persistently figure out what works how while meeting enemies intermitently as part of a journey to meet someone and inform. its often about fighting searching surviving and experiencing endlessly
https://linktr.ee/tehhnicus
Jesus is King stops black magic and closes portals
self diagnosed ASD, ADHD, schizotypal/affective
Your face makes your brain and sociotype – how muscle use shapes personality
I want to care
if I was better I’d help you
if I was better you’d be better
Human Design 2/4 projector life path 1
Sounds to me as a lot of meaningless fighting.
Why did the war start?
Why were you chased?
Why did you have to solve a murder case?
Why do you have so many ennemis to kill, so much survival and figuring out to do?
Your sleep sounds restless, I'm exhausted just reading it.
wth, I shouldn't be writing about dreams rn.
the meaninglessness is a thing that implies purpose. if nothing matters, every little thing matters bc thats all there is in that nothing. what ive described is life in a large and broader scale, with the most traumatising and difficult aspects to get through. u get through them one after another consistently. always moving always pushing always going forward because when theres pressure u have to move. why do we have enemies= why do we have struggles. life is a struggle. why do we start wars? is it necessity? is it people's biases? are the biases implicit in existence? whatever it is u ahve to deal with it.
because there was a murder case, i had to solve it. i cant just leave it. u cant ignore ur issues and pretend its fine. if i didnt solve it he'd murder someone else. perhaps it was all even related to me somehow, but rn im thinking even if it wasnt related to me more directly thats not a reason to leave it.
https://linktr.ee/tehhnicus
Jesus is King stops black magic and closes portals
self diagnosed ASD, ADHD, schizotypal/affective
Your face makes your brain and sociotype – how muscle use shapes personality
I want to care
if I was better I’d help you
if I was better you’d be better
Human Design 2/4 projector life path 1
I was dreaming of the Macroverse, trading aspirations letting go traces of fear to elongate and pursue distant and far fetched schemata and origins to crown the silver oasis of love and life with serene reflections into the miracle and power of being, forging legends sketching sweet grades of Hair.
ORRE COLOSSEUM JUST GOT STARTED, AND KOBE IS REIGNING AS KING!!
It's Henry vs Zidane, France vs Spain in the 2024 Olympic soccer final, Egypt vs Japan, Yugioh vs Pokemon, Poimandres vs Zarathustra, Giordano Bruno vs Friedrich Nietzsche, haystack picnic robed in silver rods to treasures of lore and sacred spark to unite and forge dancing stars and futures refracting crystal moonlight lures of hanger bay crunching fabrics webbing steel and blizzards juice stringing code red trains of yonder fluid ribbons trophy waterfall cake blueprints frenzy retracting haunted capital terra horns of leading edge canopy blossoms rendezvous shuffling Articuno!!
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I got covid, then my mom had it. Then I had a dream that she was going to jail for a few months and there was nothing I could do about it. Clear connection, I think.
I didn’t remember my dreams for a really long time and then I’ve been remembering them the last few nights.
in one I was giving birth to twin boys. The first was easy, but the second, no matter how hard I tried, I could not push that baby out. The first seemed so easy and the second, I just couldn’t do it. It seemed so hard.
Another, my husband and I were going to go white water rafting, and we kept opening doors upon doors for the right place to go rafting. We would open then big aluminum like steel doors and inside would be rushing water. This one room looked like it was it, but I told him it looked dangerous, and I saw way off in the distance and around the corner, people drowning, and screaming, and suffering, and I said we shouldn’t enter here. But we did any way. Then the dream ended.
I always get dreams of the future and when that thing happens I think of words deliberately in order to send a message to my past self. Only these thoughts are just a repetition of what’s was in my dream about the future.
A lot of these messages are useless because they’re a dramatic interpretation of what will happen in the future. “You’ll get back to talking to this person” or “I’m suffering because I’m sick”
They’re only few seconds and so unimportant that I don’t bother trying to remember them.
ترفرف كالأجنحة غير المنظورة حول رأسي
had two of these dreams since then. Lasted two seconds and were unimportant
ترفرف كالأجنحة غير المنظورة حول رأسي
Imagine if the messages we exchange with our past and future selves are shopping lists.
”Get butter.”
A few days ago, I had a dream that I was staying in a hotel. I was with my kids and laying in bed and notice a worm. A tiny light brown worm wiggling around. But I realized this wasn’t an ordinary worm. Then I noticed more, by the front of the bed in the carpet. I realized they were snakes. Baby snakes that grew fast and multiplied fast, and they were as hard to shake as bed bugs. They started growing bigger, but no one else seem to care or think it was as big of a deal as I did. One grew and grew and grew, and it was huge. It was like no one else saw the size of it. It opened its mouth and I looked inside, and it was almost plant like on the inside, two large stems wrapped around each other coiling up and down with tops like a dead dandelion. I screamed and ran, and it bit the back of my ankle. And no one else could see it. And I told everyone in the hotel, they are contagious like lice, and they are everywhere, we must get rid of them.
that’s about all I can remember
You are good at describing dreams, at least in a way that brings strong spooky images to my mind.A few days ago, I had a dream that I was staying in a hotel. I was with my kids and laying in bed and notice a worm. A tiny light brown worm wiggling around. But I realized this wasn’t an ordinary worm. Then I noticed more, by the front of the bed in the carpet. I realized they were snakes. Baby snakes that grew fast and multiplied fast, and they were as hard to shake as bed bugs. They started growing bigger, but no one else seem to care or think it was as big of a deal as I did. One grew and grew and grew, and it was huge. It was like no one else saw the size of it. It opened its mouth and I looked inside, and it was almost plant like on the inside, two large stems wrapped around each other coiling up and down with tops like a dead dandelion. I screamed and ran, and it bit the back of my ankle. And no one else could see it. And I told everyone in the hotel, they are contagious like lice, and they are everywhere, we must get rid of them.
that’s about all I can remember
The way you described the giant worm/snake made me think that inside its mouth could act as a portal - so you were able to glimpse a different location that your kids and other residents of the hotel were not aware of.
I wondered what could happen if you crawled down the two twisted large stems (like Jack and the beanstalk?)...could you arrive at a landscape like one from Spyro the dragon (?)
With the tops of the stems being like dead dandelions, I thought that your dream self might have made a connection between seeds spreading and the snakes being contagious.
Why the snake wanted to bite you, I am not sure. But that could be your evidence of having witnessed a strange creature from a strange place...maybe with that unusual wound someone would believe you. Because of that, I want to suggest that you made a successful escape from the hotel
lolYou are good at describing dreams, at least in a way that brings strong spooky images to my mind.
The way you described the giant worm/snake made me think that inside its mouth could act as a portal - so you were able to glimpse a different location that your kids and other residents of the hotel were not aware of.
I wondered what could happen if you crawled down the two twisted large stems (like Jack and the beanstalk?)...could you arrive at a landscape like one from Spyro the dragon (?)
With the tops of the stems being like dead dandelions, I thought that your dream self might have made a connection between seeds spreading and the snakes being contagious.
Why the snake wanted to bite you, I am not sure. But that could be your evidence of having witnessed a strange creature from a strange place...maybe with that unusual wound someone would believe you. Because of that, I want to suggest that you made a successful escape from the hotel
I think the worms were meant to represent some negative and intrusive thoughts I was having and to me they were turning into snakes. But no matter how much I stressed to others, they could not see it. Looking inside the snake part was really weird. It was almost alien like. But there was friction inside, and I think that friction wanted to eat me, devour me. That’s the feeling I got from it. So it was like my own thoughts were wanting to eat me alive and chew me up lol
that’s kinda what I took from it considering what was going on in my life at the time. But I like your interpretation, it’s very adventurous
You are good at describing dreams, at least in a way that brings strong spooky images to my mind.
The way you described the giant worm/snake made me think that inside its mouth could act as a portal - so you were able to glimpse a different location that your kids and other residents of the hotel were not aware of.
I wondered what could happen if you crawled down the two twisted large stems (like Jack and the beanstalk?)...could you arrive at a landscape like one from Spyro the dragon (?)
With the tops of the stems being like dead dandelions, I thought that your dream self might have made a connection between seeds spreading and the snakes being contagious.
Why the snake wanted to bite you, I am not sure. But that could be your evidence of having witnessed a strange creature from a strange place...maybe with that unusual wound someone would believe you. Because of that, I want to suggest that you made a successful escape from the hotelI think you two are refering to the same thing in very different ways, really interesting to see.lol
I think the worms were meant to represent some negative and intrusive thoughts I was having and to me they were turning into snakes. But no matter how much I stressed to others, they could not see it. Looking inside the snake part was really weird. It was almost alien like. But there was friction inside, and I think that friction wanted to eat me, devour me. That’s the feeling I got from it. So it was like my own thoughts were wanting to eat me alive and chew me up lol
that’s kinda what I took from it considering what was going on in my life at the time. But I like your interpretation, it’s very adventurous
Thoughts can be seen as seeds that will grow and spread, intrusive thoughts that makes snakes dreams are probably best weeded.
There's a saying that the only way out is in, the snakes mouth being a portal makes sense, a portal to the root of the problem. It's scary and demanding to weed out, but letting it all fester too.
No one but the person having them can see those intrusive thoughts growing and becoming a problem, being bitten sounds like the potential of psychosomatic illness that may happen, hence making it more visible to the world.
I don't mean to scare you with this, Reverie, just thoughts I hope may help. Take care and be kind to yourself, you deserve it.
I had a dream that I was in a pool and someone was pushing my head under water. Someone was trying to drown me.
Do you ever feel threatened? Like others have bad intention towards you?
Or maybe you feel like you can't keep up with life and you're being drowned by it all.
Could be covid and all, or something more personal.
Idk.
An LSE told me that, when he retires, he wants to start a blueberry farm in Michigan.
I had a dream that I was in stardew valley chasing down some chickens
Socionics is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but I have it.
I had a mild nightmare in which I was in high school and driving to school in the morning. Part way through the trip to school, I fell asleep. But rather than getting into a car wreck, I kept driving while in my sleep—though not to my school. Rather, when I finally woke up hours later, I was in the parking lot of a drive-in movie theatre. I freaked out upon seeing the time because I had already missed over half of the school day. To make matters, worse I was no longer in my home town and had no clue where I’d driven to while sleeping. I frantically called my mom to let her know what had happened and to get advice.
The dream kinda time-skipped to the end of the phone call. I hung up and pulled out of the parking space to head home. Unfortunately, as I backed out, the rear end of my car grazed the car next to me. I panicked and thought “not again!” with dread (because I’ve hit another person’s parked vehicle in real life on two occasions, which I could recall in the dream). I parked my car and hopped outside to check out the damage. To my relief, it was just a tiny scratch—but I figured that I should still tell the owner. The car’s back windshield had the phone number of its owner on it, which I thought was normal in my dream. I then called the owner, explained the situation, and apologized. Understandably, she was exasperated with me.
I stayed put while the woman walked from her workplace to the drive-in theatre so that she could inspect her car. Although she was still irritated, she admitted the damage wasn’t too bad and agreed to not call the cops on me. Feeling immensely relieved, I got back in my car to drive home.
I think this might be less of a symbolic thing and more reflective of actual fears that I have:
- I have enormous difficulty staying awake while driving at times. My parents think I may have some form of narcolepsy. It seems to be improving, thankfully, but falling asleep while driving is still a bit of a fear of mine.
- As I mentioned, I’ve hit other vehicles on multiple occasions—somehow despite the fact that everyone thinks I’m a super cautious driver? Also caused an actual accident once—on the way to a drive-in theatre, notably. I switched lanes and the person in that lane drove straight into me because I’d inadvertently pulled out right in front of them. (I had checked to see if anyone was in the lane, but I totally missed them.) So yeah, just stating all that info to say hitting into another car or causing another accident is definitely something I worry about in certain situations (e.g. really busy roads with fast-moving traffic).
- Accidentally missing school is a recurring nightmare theme for me. It’s not something I worry about, per say, but the idea of missing it must really bother me subconsciously lol. Probably why I got perfect attendance 4th-12th grade. Which I shouldn’t have since I did get sick during that time period.
Yesterday, I went on a date with a woman who was both friendly and distant.
Then, last night, I dreamed I was in a Superhero universe but I, personally, didn’t have any super powers but a lot of my friends did. We were just hanging out when suddenly a mink-like creature appeared among us. It looked soft and friendly but I somehow knew that it could shapeshift into other creatures and could read minds. I also knew that it was deadly to people who didn’t like it.
One of my friends picked up the creature because it looked soft and friendly, but I knew that my friend didn’t actually like the creature, and the creature opened its fanged mouth and bit my friend fatally on the neck.
I quickly cleared my conscious mind of any negative thoughts about the creature and grabbed it to take it out of the area. Surprisingly, when I was carrying it away from my friends and the other people in the crowd, it shape-shifted into an innocuous little puppy.
I’m pretty sure that I know what this dream means, and I’m evidently not yet over one of my major issues of trying to change myself to be acceptable to my dates. Lol.
I had a nightmare about a demon last night.
In the nightmare, I woke up in my bed in my parents' house at 6:00 AM. I tried sitting up, but I couldn't. It wasn't that I was paralyzed; it was if someone was holding me down and preventing me from moving. I panicked, looked around, and heard laughter—but there was no one in sight. In that moment, I realized that my attacker was an invisible demon. I remembered how the Bible says that demons fear the name of Jesus, so I screamed "JESUS!" and the unseen force restricting my movement vanished.
Feeling terrified, I got out of my bed. I thought that maybe my room was cursed, so I ran around my room shouting "JESUS, JESUS, JESUS!" in order to scare away any invisible demons who might still be lingering there. After a minute of invoking the name of Jesus and not being attacked again, I relaxed a little and went upstairs in order to share what had happened with my parents. When I arrived on the main floor, I immediately felt stricken with fear again. Our house was far larger than I knew it to be, the floor looked as if it was still under construction, the whole atmosphere felt wrong, and my parents were no where in sight. Frantically, I started shouting my family members' names but no one responded. However, after a few minutes, my Mom descended the stairs. I rushed over to her, feeling so relieved that I wasn't alone, and I told her what had happened. She was like, "Huh, weird" and walked past me to get on with her day. How dismissive she was bothered me; I had been attacked by a spiritual force of evil, for goodness sake!
Then, without living through the rest of the day, I woke up in my room again—as if time had looped. I sprung from my bed and sprinted upstairs to avoid getting attacked. Again, I called out for my family members and didn't get any response for a few minutes. While shouting their names, I began to worry that I had sinned so horribly that I had lost my spiritual salvation; I figured that could be why I was suddenly vulnerable to demonic attack. Finally, my Dad descended the stairs. I rushed over to him, feeling relieved once more, and I told him what had happened. He didn't pay me any attention. Instead, he began trying to fix the stairs, which still appeared to be under construction. Suddenly, the entire staircase collapsed and the loud crash interrupted my story. He chuckled and said something along the lines of, "Oops, sorry, I don't know what I'm doing."
(After this point, it no longer felt like a nightmare; no fear was attached.)
Again, it time looped and I woke up in my room. But this time, I wasn't myself; I was some random tall, muscular man. Time launched forward without explanation, and I was being chased by a man around a farm. I understood that he had been hired to kill me, so I grabbed him and shoved him into a hole with man-eating chickens. He started sobbing and begged me to help him out, but I suspected that he would kill me if I saved him, so I reluctantly decided to let him die. I sprinted away so that no one would connect me to the murder if they found his skeleton rotting in the hole.
Abruptly, I was no longer a man at a farm but a young boy who was visiting an enormous arcade in a mall with his classmates. However, this dream scene was still a direct continuation of the scene prior. I told my friends that I'd killed a man and that I needed their help to escape. Specifically, I needed them all to give me their feathers. They each ripped off a chicken feather from their skin, and I attached every feather to myself until I was covered with feathers. I thanked them and bid them farewell. A cute classmate who had a crush on me waved goodbye, and I waved in return. I didn't like her back, but I was glad that she still liked me even though I'd killed a man. Then, I put on roller-skates and skated away. At this point in the dream, having killed a man and needing to escape ceased to be part of the plot. I just had fun rollerskating around a mall while wearing chicken feathers.
Not sure what this means (except for the bit about fearing Hell—that's a thing for me in real life, too). Interestingly, this dream and the assassin dream makes two recent dreams in which I'm a male and a killer. My subconscious must strongly associate murder and males lol. Like, it goes, "Ah, you're a male now? Let's have you kill someone."
Last edited by Dreymagine; 01-29-2022 at 02:30 AM.
I loved my ex-wife, but the last ten years of our marriage were pretty much sex-free. We continued to be married, but it was only because we were also friends.
When I divorced her, I pointed her towards a guy who is her Dual. She lived with him for almost two years, then moved back to her apartment, which is a mile from where I live. She told me she loved me. Well, I might still love her, in the sense that I care about her, but I’m certainly not going to ever live with her again.
A month ago, she moved back to her guy.
I sincerely hope she can find happiness.
Last night, I dreamed that I was back in the time before our divorce. She told me she was going to start having sex with a guy from work. (In real life, she was absolutely faithful.) I felt OK with this, because I no longer cared enough about the relationship to feel jealousy.
My sister appeared in the dream with papers which she said indicated that the guy from work paid my wife $5k to sleep with her.
I wondered to myself if she needed money that badly?
My ex-wife, incidentally, is Sp/So/Sx.
A weird dream. I’m surprised at how little I felt about the whole thing.
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