Dream Interpretation Thread

[Aquamarine]

I finally remembered a part of my dream from last night.
I was at home and outside. Hiding between two pieces of board or something was this person. But they looked strange. Like they had gold eyes, really thin eyebrows and their skin was kinda grey. They had one hand covering their mouth and just stared unblinking eyes wide open at me. I was confused as i was trying to figure out who the person was. I stood there for a while looking back at it then i eventually walked away.
Suddenly this dog came running towards me and i tried to prevent it from getting away and going where the "person" was. It managed to pass me, but quickly ran back and said something (yes the dog spoke to me lol). It said something along the lines of there being a demon around there. And then the dog tried to hide next to me.
In that moment i became terrified and ran inside the house crying to my father that something was outside. Then i woke up.

I found it interesting that i wasn't scared of the person until the dog said it was a demon and acted scared of it. I'm not even sure what the whole dream meant, but that part about me not thinking something was a threat until another person made it so seemed real to me. This seems more real in children, where something happens and they probably don't see it as anything traumatic or bad, but an adult or anyone else reacting negatively to it can cause the child to adopt the same reaction.

As for the demon or person, it never tried to hurt me at all. Just seemed frozen there. I thought it was actually scared at first, hence why i never saw it as a threat and somewhat wanted to help it. Also the mouth being covered, like it was preventing itself from making a sound in fear that someone would hear. Even though there was something sinister about it, I never felt scared until the dog said demon. I'm trying to think of how this would relate to me. Maybe some part of myself that i accepted and wasn't afraid to let show when younger? And someone or something else viewed it negatively which in turn made me desperate to hide it like the demon was trying to hide. And maybe somehow i want to help myself come out of hiding? lol

Also it really shows how the word demon = bad for me. Just one word changed it from something needing help or of intrigue to something terrifying.

[adage]

I finally remembered a part of my dream from last night.
I was at home and outside. Hiding between two pieces of board or something was this person. But they looked strange. Like they had gold eyes, really thin eyebrows and their skin was kinda grey. They had one hand covering their mouth and just stared unblinking eyes wide open at me. I was confused as i was trying to figure out who the person was. I stood there for a while looking back at it then i eventually walked away.
Suddenly this dog came running towards me and i tried to prevent it from getting away and going where the "person" was. It managed to pass me, but quickly ran back and said something (yes the dog spoke to me lol). It said something along the lines of there being a demon around there. And then the dog tried to hide next to me.
In that moment i became terrified and ran inside the house crying to my father that something was outside. Then i woke up.

I found it interesting that i wasn't scared of the person until the dog said it was a demon and acted scared of it. I'm not even sure what the whole dream meant, but that part about me not thinking something was a threat until another person made it so seemed real to me. This seems more real in children, where something happens and they probably don't see it as anything traumatic or bad, but an adult or anyone else reacting negatively to it can cause the child to adopt the same reaction.

As for the demon or person, it never tried to hurt me at all. Just seemed frozen there. I thought it was actually scared at first, hence why i never saw it as a threat and somewhat wanted to help it. Also the mouth being covered, like it was preventing itself from making a sound in fear that someone would hear. Even though there was something sinister about it, I never felt scared until the dog said demon. I'm trying to think of how this would relate to me. Maybe some part of myself that i accepted and wasn't afraid to let show when younger? And someone or something else viewed it negatively which in turn made me desperate to hide it like the demon was trying to hide. And maybe somehow i want to help myself come out of hiding? lol

Also it really shows how the word demon = bad for me. Just one word changed it from something needing help or of intrigue to something terrifying.

The only thing I thought of reading this is: is the strange looking person really bad or are they seen as bad for looking different?
The person kept themself hidden and covered their mouth, maybe they tried to keep away from the demons.

Also, when someone is scared of dogs, they are more likely to be attacked by dogs. Certain dogs will react to people's fear by thinking they actually did something that warrants an attack and that's why they are scared.
Not all dogs, sure, but some do.

Reminds of some quote about how love is what we are born with and fear is what we learn.

Overall, idk.

[Dreymagine]

Also it really shows how the word demon = bad for me. Just one word changed it from something needing help or of intrigue to something terrifying.

We're demon dream buddies :00

Didn't realize they were such a common theme in dreams lol. Makes one wonder if they can interfere with them..

[The Reality Denialist]

My brother turned into a tiny horror doll and chased me with knives. He basically tried to kill me. Every time I managed to knock a knife out of his hands he found a new one.

*Time to listen a Freudian sexual castration interpretation story on a sibling rivalry*

[Poptart]

Last night I dreamed about being surrounded by circles. I was standing in the kitchen and looking the table which I noticed was shaped like a circle. The placemats were round and designed with circles inside of circles. I saw a water ring leftover from a glass. I saw more circles in the plates and bowls. I looked up and saw circles rippling through the air like they do in water. Then, from a clear voice that wasn’t mine, I heard someone say “DEATH”.

I woke up, noticed a circular fire alarm on my ceiling, and fell back asleep. I guess this dream was set in the future because I was looking out the window and watching my daughter play outside (I don’t have a daughter irl). She held a hula hoop in her hands and spun it over her head and under her feet like a jump rope. She looked like me at age 6 except her back was towards the house and I couldn’t see her face. I realized that the hula hoop was shaped like a circle. I screamed at her to drop the hula hoop before it was too late. Then I woke up again.

[Adam Strange]

I dreamed that I joined the crew of a tramp steamer. The captain, who was a dark-haired female, thin and severe, needed a second-in-command to oversee the crew. I got the job because I was twice as smart as the crew, who were a fairly rough lot and were mostly interested in drinking and games of chance.

I met with the crew and sized them up and told them that they had to get their essential work done, but the rest of their time was free to do with as they pleased. No polishing the brass just for busy work.

The captain later came to my cabin and glanced scornfully at the books I had brought along, as if they were a distraction from real work.

I asked her if she had any complaints about how I was handling the crew. I got the impression that she wanted to see them busy all the time, whether that busy-ness was productive or not.

“I don’t object to hard work,” I said, “but I refuse to work just to appear busy.”

She replied “You’re still here. I don’t have any complaints about your work.” Then she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her shirt and said “Why don’t you meet me in my cabin in ten minutes?”

I met her in her cabin, and then in various other out-of-the-way places on the ship over the next few weeks. She seemed to like variety and made the ship detour so that we could spend a few hours on land at several ports of call. Some of the places where we moored were basically jungle.

In one such place, where a river met the sea on a sandy beach, I became sick and fell into a delirium for several days.

When I returned to my senses, both she and the ship were gone.

[VewyScawwyNawcissist]

I dreamed that I joined the crew of a tramp steamer. The captain, who was a dark-haired female, thin and severe, needed a second-in-command to oversee the crew. I got the job because I was twice as smart as the crew, who were a fairly rough lot and were mostly interested in drinking and games of chance.

I met with the crew and sized them up and told them that they had to get their essential work done, but the rest of their time was free to do with as they pleased. No polishing the brass just for busy work.

The captain later came to my cabin and glanced scornfully at the books I had brought along, as if they were a distraction from real work.

I asked her if she had any complaints about how I was handling the crew. I got the impression that she wanted to see them busy all the time, whether that busy-ness was productive or not.

“I don’t object to hard work,” I said, “but I refuse to work just to appear busy.”

She replied “You’re still here. I don’t have any complaints about your work.” Then she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her shirt and said “Why don’t you meet me in my cabin in ten minutes?”

I met her in her cabin, and then in various other out-of-the-way places on the ship over the next few weeks. She seemed to like variety and made the ship detour so that we could spend a few hours on land at several ports of call. Some of the places where we moored were basically jungle.

In one such place, where a river met the sea on a sandy beach, I became sick and fell into a delirium for several days.

When I returned to my senses, both she and the ship were gone.

i see the ship as unstable. ungrounded
ur chasing her u give her waht she wants, u get sick (withdraw like a depressed LIE does?) she wouldnt stick through that and gone
the woman doing what she did means she wanted something more than work (perhaps money?)
im not sure if this means u are afraid of this happening or that ur mind is telling u that it has been a pattern?
i dont know if u never had sex with the dream woman in particular and i dont remember if the lesbian ESI irl would be teasing you?
i dont know if the woman in ur dream was an ESI. being a captain and ur serving her may mean u let someone else lead you. u also get chosen out of a bunch "lesser" men (be that wealth or all factors that would make them not her taste) but she still sees u as a worker
EDIT: could it be that ESI u said u see as a worker and now its projected back bc u if ur her friend u would get friendzoned?

[Adam Strange]

I dreamed a dream within a dream.

I found myself in a rustic bunkhouse with some other Boy Scouts during the late summer and we all prepared our bunks for sleeping, and then we fell asleep, one by one.

I dreamed that I was part of a troop which was collecting people's names. We were writing them in painted block letters on fluorescent light bulb tubes. It was very important to get all the names correct, and to store the tubes for safe-keeping. Then I woke up from that dream, back in the bunkhouse, and started thinking about getting dressed and going over to the meeting hall where our fathers were preparing breakfast.

Then I awoke in my own bed. The alarm was going off and it was snowing outside.

[VewyScawwyNawcissist]

guys
i dreamt myvivacom was refusing to make me wifi hospot. i emailede and called them multiple times about it. i think my request was impossible, and in the end i talked to them as if i was insane/retarded. the guy and girl on the phone were very annoyed and i didnt realize what their problem was. i thoguht they were lying to me about not being able to. then i got sent an email where they told me to kill myself or that they were gonna kill me. i may have sent an angry email before that.
then i went outside, maybe i was afraid. im missing something exactly. but after i was walking a bit there was a man sitting in a cafe who opened his tablet and tilted his face towards me. i thought he is trying to record me and im getting gangstalked.
then i turned back in extreme fear. after a bit of walking i realized i was schizophrenic and delusional. but it felt so real.
there were a lot of dogs around/started chasing me/in front of my way home. i thought they were real and was even more afraid. but then i also htought i may be delusional, and i dont want to be controlled by fear anyway. they were growling at me and coming my way, but i started running towards them. then they started dispersing/running a way/ and giving me way.
a woman i dont remember exactly if she was with me trying to get through the dogs, entered the apartment building before me? then ran upstairs. a guy came out of one of the apartments and started chasing us up. then i realized again i may be afraid and need to confront him. i think i realized it was her friend and i was prolly hallucinating. i asked if that was her neighbor/friend, then she got back downstairs to my level and he met her, someone said "yeah", they exchanged graces and went together like normal human beings in her apartment or separated.
this was not "everything" but its what i managed to muster up so far.
one of my worst nightmares. ive been in wars and tortured in those dreams. irl ive been waking myself thorughout the night staying up trying to fix my muscle function. ok just all my experiences whatever tyhey were seem mild despite maybe looking worse superficially compared to this nightmare in particular

[Hot Scalding Gayser]

I dreamed I was in a hell dimension and it felt so grimdark and sad and lost. There was this lone man in a cowboy hat in a corner and I went up to him and I asked him if the sun ever rises. Surprisingly, he got happy for a split second and then said 'yeah when the red cell phone is out' ((I did not expect this at all- I thought he was going to say "No, the sun never rises here at all)) and then suddenly there was this weird translucent big image of a cell phone and things got a little brighter but then it quickly went back to very dark and sad. Anyways the entire view was like me in this long-ish hotel room with the cowboy man right outside window and then this large rectangular bay window u could see the environment outside from. It was just like ugly piles of black debris and ground everywhere and there was a few turd-like comets falling from the sky.

There were also these dogs out everywhere, and the dogs kept doing these wild expressions that were so 'out there' and scary and truly Hell-ish. But the he dogs didn't really get into the room over the glass- I think maybe a couple did, but they didn't bite or physically harm me, just scared me. There was also this large pipe and out of it- more people were falling down outside with the dogs - covered in black soot. I didn't really approach or interact with these people much. It definitely felt like a Hell dimension, but I guess there are worse places- with the weird surprising optimism from the cowboy dude.

WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN @VewyScawwyNawcissist WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN! Hit me bro I need ur Ni.

[VewyScawwyNawcissist]

I dreamed I was in a hell dimension and it felt so grimdark and sad and lost. There was this lone man in a cowboy hat in a corner and I went up to him and I asked him if the sun ever rises. Surprisingly, he got happy for a split second and then said 'yeah when the red cell phone is out' ((I did not expect this at all- I thought he was going to say "No, the sun never rises here at all)) and then suddenly there was this weird translucent big image of a cell phone and things got a little brighter but then it quickly went back to very dark and sad. Anyways the entire view was like me in this long-ish hotel room with the cowboy man right outside window and then this large rectangular bay window u could see the environment outside from. It was just like ugly piles of black debris and ground everywhere and there was a few turd-like comets falling from the sky.

There were also these dogs out everywhere, and the dogs kept doing these wild expressions that were so 'out there' and scary and truly Hell-ish. But the he dogs didn't really get into the room over the glass- I think maybe a couple did, but they didn't bite or physically harm me, just scared me. There was also this large pipe and out of it- more people were falling down outside with the dogs - covered in black soot. I didn't really approach or interact with these people much. It definitely felt like a Hell dimension, but I guess there are worse places- with the weird surprising optimism from the cowboy dude.

WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN @VewyScawwyNawcissist WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN! Hit me bro I need ur Ni.

he is a cowboy bc ur gay. does it make sense? he is optimistic bc u want to be/are optimistic (want to be/are mean kind of different things)
the hell is bad things in reality. u in general keep saying things like that where everything is shit but u need to be optimistic and gay or smth
different windows may be different perspective
window to the soul - may be different parts of u
since they are diffverenret and he is the one looking and a human he may be a symbol of the conscious mind. the others are the unconscious mind maybe or like dark parts of ur psyche thats somewhat repressed but u can still peer into. i think the collective unconnscious is the shadow of the superego. so everything in the way most ppl are casts a shadow implicitly which implies their behavior also. dogs may be representation of ur fears in dark reality. maybe they didnt harm u bc of ur being positive or htinking u hav to get through them anyhow or they're distant/not immediate/more literal/physical or not physical in a way that would "move" u
maybe u see how ppl fuck themslvse up but u cant change them, u dont know how to approach them. aware but helpless. what a VICTIM
ur also inside with the cowboy dude and they are outside which means ur different/more safe/ theres distance between u and them
but if u see the cowboy as outside of urself it may also signal as something distant. who u "are" can be and "is" fragmented on some sense and the fragments can have variety of fluid borders. and he is a cowboy bc thats hot and hot is optimistic and the sun is hot

the cellphone can be ur connection to someone else. it shines as the sun bc it gives u hope but its brief bc its also distant and the sun is distant but the light also means connection since u need to "absorb" it
EDIT: maybe cowboy is a symbol for strength/toughness, just dealing with things

[Adam Strange]

I dreamed I was a zookeeper and the animals kept dying because I was terrible at my job.


*EDIT*
This was a horrible dream. It’s been hours since I woke up and I still feel terrible. What the hell?

[VewyScawwyNawcissist]

I dreamed I was a zookeeper and the animals kept dying because I was terrible at my job.


*EDIT*
This was a horrible dream. It’s been hours since I woke up and I still feel terrible. What the hell?

rn im thinking of fear of failing the people ur managing who depend on u. and they are animals they are subhuman (incompetent) lol

[Adam Strange]

rn im thinking of fear of failing the people ur managing who depend on u. and they are animals they are subhuman (incompetent) lol

@VewyScawwyNawcissist, you are obviously too smart, and my subconscious mind is obviously un-evolved.

Your skill at dream analysis reminds me of @Aylen.

[VewyScawwyNawcissist]

@VewyScawwyNawcissist, you are obviously too smart, and my subconscious mind is obviously un-evolved.

Your skill at dream analysis reminds me of @Aylen.

im also too poor. that would be 15 dollars

[adage]

I dreamed I was a zookeeper and the animals kept dying because I was terrible at my job.


*EDIT*
This was a horrible dream. It’s been hours since I woke up and I still feel terrible. What the hell?

I'm thinking similar to VewyScawwy, I see this as maybe also feeling like you're currently failing the people in your life.
And maybe that you could feel too responsible for others, or be affraid of ending up with more responsabilities than you can handle.
You talked about a very materialistic ESI, and the ESI decorator being a "black hole for money", maybe you're affraid you won't be able to provide enough to satisfy these tendencies.

[Toro]

This may be TMI:

I've been having hyper-sexual graphic dreams. I'm not sure what they are supposed to mean. I'm usually dominating or degrading a woman. I know dreams aren't always literal, I really can't figure out what it means beyond just horniness.

[VewyScawwyNawcissist]

This may be TMI:

I've been having hyper-sexual graphic dreams. I'm not sure what they are supposed to mean. I'm usually dominating or degrading a woman. I know dreams aren't always literal, I really can't figure out what it means beyond just horniness.

it may mean anima issues or that u see women as something lesser/weak. they are weak but u see that weakness as something to control. ur pfp is the same. i dont know if ur repressing ur "feminine" side
quotes bc whats considered feminine is just spiritual and part of the whole as a man. like if ur a man with feminine qualities u are not a man with feminine qualities bc ur being a man by default makes them belonging to u and if u share them with women (and u also very likely share them with other men) it just means its human < i dont like human bc animals share them too ok
u dont see women as an equal in relationships?

[Tallmo]

This may be TMI:
Toro's dream

Men normally repress their feminine side. It becomes an unconscious complex (Anima) that's responsible for their erotic relations to women or anything attractive. That's all fine. But it's all about what kind of relation a man has to his feminine unconscious. In your dream it sounds like you have some imbalance in this relationship. It could mean that you are trying to be too much in control (and as a result of that maybe you lose connection to your soul). A solution could be to listen more to what really inspires you, what calls you for adventure, or get more to know more real women.

But this is just my standard interpretation based on what you wrote. Could be wrong for you.

[Toro]

Men normally repress their feminine side. It becomes an unconscious complex (Anima) that's responsible for their erotic relations to women or anything attractive. That's all fine. But it's all about what kind of relation a man has to his feminine unconscious. In your dream it sounds like you have some imbalance in this relationship. It could mean that you are trying to be too much in control (and as a result of that maybe you lose connection to your soul). A solution could be to listen more to what really inspires you, what calls you for adventure, or get more to know more real women.

But this is just my standard interpretation based on what you wrote. Could be wrong for you.

It had a spoiler tag for a reason

[Tallmo]

It had a spoiler tag for a reason

Ok. Do you want me to remove the text I quoted? Ive never understood these spoilers.

[Toro]

Ok. Do you want me to remove the text I quoted? Ive never understood these spoilers.

Oh yeah, thanks. I didn't specify it in the original comment, so I need to remember that.

But about the anima, I could have some issues with it idk. A lot of things in my life are converging around "feminine" energy so I think it definitely has to do with it.

[adage]

@Toro
It could be some internal struggle, you trying to dominate your softer side.
The degradation part could be that you think its shameful and needs to be taught to behave.
But idk, I think more details would help. Idk if i want details tho.
Maybe, are there times/areas of your life where you feel powerless and degraded or something?

[Nicozeyo]

@Toro

I knew a SEE who had degradation/domination-based relationship with women. He also had fantasies about his mother for a very long time. Is it true for you ?
Tell us more. Or message me if people here are too pure for it.

[Toro]

@Toro

I knew a SEE who had degradation/domination-based relationship with women. He also had fantasies about his mother for a very long time. Is it true for you ?
Tell us more. Or message me if people here are too pure for it.

Lol I do not on both accounts, but I do tend to take a dominant role in the relationship. For the most part though, its pretty democratic, meaning we share many domestic responsibilities.

[Nicozeyo]

Lol I do not on both accounts, but I do tend to take a dominant role in the relationship. For the most part though, its pretty democratic, meaning we share many domestic responsibilities.

To be fair. I think it's perfectly normal for a SEE. Romantic style is agressor (probably the most agressive among the four, I think).
Your dreams are probably something you want to do but you can't or you are repressing it and your inconscious send you messages.

[VewyScawwyNawcissist]

im not sure what river connecting to the ocean means. the jungle is a symbol for the unconscious (this is where we come from and the jungle is full of dangerous and unknown things). the ocean is more like the outside world. the river connecting them may be the bridge and u getting delirious would be some stuck state in between. but i dont know if that inrepretation is superficial. @Adam Strange

EDIT: the ship is solid ground and the river is uncompromising. the ship is moving in the river bc ur always moving and working. u get stranded in ur unconscious (the jungle) where theres things u dont understand/repress and will struggle to deal with.
its been a rite of passage in some tribe to force someone to survive on their own in the wild when they reach a certain age. ive read about similar ties in other tribes. this can be often traumatic and thus transformative. i also suspect the trauma is a way to "stabilize" u by forcing u to get stuck a certain way. this is a horrible reality, and i am not up for it. what i said about growing by abuse earlier. basically being touched stimulates u, gentle love grows u. what happens with intense experiences is that they grow u or break u. but that growth by the intensity is extremly usntable and with consequences. maybe how u live is oscillating like that with risky endeavors? ur life is a nightmare but when u overcome a nightmare and do somehting great it feels good. yet it is a narcissistic way to go about thinsg that can be self destructive and u need that someone to take care of u
what happens when u get stranded is that u are VULNERABLE AND ALONE. i thought what happenend with the animals dream was obvious and i thought maybe u were praising me for encouragement. but if it wasnt obvious to u i guess u may be repressing those thoughts in the unconscious as u are dealing with everything else. OH SHIT SO U GOT STRANDED BC OF THAT. u worked too hard and u may not have realized it hence u got delirious. or maybe what u worked for didnt give u what u wanted. sexuality also may force u to meet ur repressed parts so the woman may have turned out to be a dangerous catalyst? is her being a captain more showing of LSI than ESI... @Adam Strange

[ILoveChinchillas]

I had a dream last night that I owned a makeshift automobile that was kind of like a race kart made out of recycled materials.

I parked the kart next to a metal shack, got out, and explored the yard. A Hispanic guy in the yard gave me a very small makeshift submachine gun. It was small enough to fit in my pocket.

Another Hispanic dude in the backyard introduced me to a higher caliber makeshift pistol. It was basically just a square piece of metal with a combustion system on the exterior. The guy kind of insinuated that the higher caliber pistol was superior and that they don't make them like it anymore. Ie. my submachine gun was "inferior" in some way.

For some reason, some gang members started firing at me and I fired back. I think they included the Hispanic guys who were friendly with me just moments ago. They appeared to betray me. They stole my automobile.

I found my way to another shack where two big black dudes were keeping guard. I convinced them that I was OK to enter. Inside, this chick was running therapy sessions for people in the vicinity. There was also some guy who gave me a bunch of ammunition for my submachine gun.

Afterward, I was in a group of people scouting out the terrain of an area nearby the second shack. We were creeping up on some guy who was firing at a moose. There was a wooden guard shack between me and the moose.

I woke up and fell back to sleep.

We made another round at the area where the moose was. I took out my submachine gun and slowly crawled toward an encampment of multiple people. I crept up near a woman who was facing my group and started firing at her.

I woke up again.

[Aster]

Had such an odd dream last night. I was in a movie theater, but it was more like an extremely large room of clusters of theater seats arranged in a circle, and making a pattern from the center outward, like a flower petal. Above the seats arranged like flower petals, was the screen on the ceiling. There was not just one cluster of seats, but several, with different things playing on the screens on the ceiling, above the clusters. Many of the people I saw there I had went to school with.


But I felt odd. Like something was off. I felt disconnected, different, than all of them. A freak. Was I losing my mind? I felt they were all looking at me strangely, like I was some kind of half crazed ghost they were trying to ignore.


Then I was in a brightly lit group of people. All of us in a very large circle in something that resemble a HS lunch room. A support group for crazy people, pretty much. One of my friends that I went to school with and saw at the theater was there. I was not surprised. I’d always felt some king of similarity there between us, even as disconnected from everyone as I felt at the time. I couldn’t connect to anyone. I felt different. Alien. I kept thinking something is wrong, something is happening or happened to me.


I’ve never had a dream quite like this one before. It was freaky. Really freaky. And it wasn’t the dream itself that was freaky, but the way I felt in the dream.

[Tallmo]

I had this dream again that I woke up, inside the dream. Seems like some kind of typical dream.

So I was at the cabin, sleeping, and I woke up. It was dark, I went outside, looked at the sea, and at the other side of the bay there was smoke or something. I looked around and concluded that I was awake. I went back to sleep. Then I woke up again, and this time I started talking to somebody how I just awhile ago thought that I had woken up, but that I had actually been dreaming. But NOW I was awake.

All this happened in the dream. Every time I "woke up" I was pretty sure that I was really awake.

And then I finally woke up.

I think this dream might have something to do with learning to be conscious. To actually be present in life. It feels like a correct interpretation, I've had moods that indicate this.

[ILoveChinchillas]

I had a dream last night that I was dating and temporarily staying with a moderator from an old forum I used to post on. She had a pet sea lion and a Chihuahua that kept eating the food she prepared for me. I asked her what kind of clothes she wore in high school.

I also attended a school where they showed us a video of terrorists being fed to sharks. It was kind of traumatic and I stayed after school to ask why they did that.

I spent some time trying to get back to the apartment where I was staying and broke in to several other apartments in an effort to find the right apartment.

[Adam Strange]

I dreamed I was living alone in my parent's big house. I was chasing two females; one, a dark-haired beauty whom I could not marry for some reason, but whom I loved and with whom I would split my material resources, and two, an aspirational blond whom I could marry but who didn't want me.

Man, sometimes my dreams reveal too much about my fucked-up character.

[EUDAEMONIUM]

My parents were drinking expensive whiskey. My Mom was mad at my Dad for spending so much money on it. They had these strangely shaped glasses, they were small, the size of shot glasses, ornately designed. They told me I had to hold it a certain way and I did. I drank it. But then I was holding a different cup, it was like a metal chalice but its brim was as wide as a bowl it was shallow too. I poured more of the whiskey into the cup but before I drank I felt ice cubes in my mouth. I couldn't drink it unless I got them out somehow, so I spit the ice cubes into the cup with the liquid. I was about to tell my parents something that was secret, but I told them I would drink and that would help the words come out. The alcohol immediately hit me, but it wasn't a drunk feeling it was a panic attack feeling. I felt dizzy and I had to sit down on the floor. I couldn't talk at all and I was hyperventilating. All these horrible things were popping up in my head and I felt like I was going to pass out. I walked around the house we were in and drank bottles of water I found, one after the other.

[VewyScawwyNawcissist]

My parents were drinking expensive whiskey. My Mom was mad at my Dad for spending so much money on it. They had these strangely shaped glasses, they were small, the size of shot glasses, ornately designed. They told me I had to hold it a certain way and I did. I drank it. But then I was holding a different cup, it was like a metal chalice but its brim was as wide as a bowl it was shallow too. I poured more of the whiskey into the cup but before I drank I felt ice cubes in my mouth. I couldn't drink it unless I got them out somehow, so I spit the ice cubes into the cup with the liquid. I was about to tell my parents something that was secret, but I told them I would drink and that would help the words come out. The alcohol immediately hit me, but it wasn't a drunk feeling it was a panic attack feeling. I felt dizzy and I had to sit down on the floor. I couldn't talk at all and I was hyperventilating. All these horrible things were popping up in my head and I felt like I was going to pass out. I walked around the house we were in and drank bottles of water I found, one after the other.

some notes for now
ice = freeze, frozen panic, u spit the ice out but then seek water later. so u get water whenever u manage to find one, easier to swallow than ice? something is easier to swallow after u were drunk but u were also dizzy
maybe the metal chalice was silver or gold so it might be something about nobility and truth telling? shallow bc its more risky and hard to control (serious compared to lighthearted deeper cup), closer to ur emotions/consciousness, u sip and drink less per chalice
u tell the truth after u get drunk, but before/as u start getting drunk u get stuck by the ice
expensive whiskey = real shit (maybe means something more)
ur wife mad at u for buying expensive things?

[FreelancePoliceman]

My parents were drinking expensive whiskey. My Mom was mad at my Dad for spending so much money on it. They had these strangely shaped glasses, they were small, the size of shot glasses, ornately designed. They told me I had to hold it a certain way and I did. I drank it. But then I was holding a different cup, it was like a metal chalice but its brim was as wide as a bowl it was shallow too. I poured more of the whiskey into the cup but before I drank I felt ice cubes in my mouth. I couldn't drink it unless I got them out somehow, so I spit the ice cubes into the cup with the liquid. I was about to tell my parents something that was secret, but I told them I would drink and that would help the words come out. The alcohol immediately hit me, but it wasn't a drunk feeling it was a panic attack feeling. I felt dizzy and I had to sit down on the floor. I couldn't talk at all and I was hyperventilating. All these horrible things were popping up in my head and I felt like I was going to pass out. I walked around the house we were in and drank bottles of water I found, one after the other.

You get drunk in your dreams? That sounds interesting.

In mine, I have problems if I have to think. My dreams end or become distorted if I'm placed in a situation where I have to do something analytical, like counting, simple math, or explaining something concrete. I realize I'm not able to use a part of my mind I ought to have access to, and I struggle so hard to collect myself that I tend to wake up. When I drink, a similar feeling comes over me as when I dream -- a sense of disconnection to my body and a disinclination to "reconnect," an impulse to act automatically, and a sense that existence is something like a play. But at the same time I become more reflective (even as my actions become more "automatic"), which is something I'm not at all capable of when dreaming. So I'm not sure how I'd experience drunkenness in a dream.

[Hot Scalding Gayser]

I dreamed that I won the lottery. It was a very happy, positive and exciting dream.

socionics ppl: "Well we all know that's the only way an IEI would ever see a large sum of money in their lifetime."

me:

[EUDAEMONIUM]

I had a dream I was in Ireland on a trip with my family. I fell asleep in the car and woke up and we were in Turkey. They kept saying the town was called "Harbor town" it was a small town near water. We walked around these close city streets, we were trying to get to Europe. I remember looking at a map and we had to make our way to Istanbul so that we could walk our way into Europe. I said to my family "Who wants to visit Istanbul?" and everyone agreed it sounded fun.

I remember the path I drew on the map. We planned to go from city to city until we reached Istanbul, connecting the dots made a downward curve. We kept saying "we are east of Istanbul" in the dream. When I woke up I looked at a map of Turkey to see if this correlated with the real country.



A real-life coastal town east of Istanbul that follows the path in the dream is Sinop.



I'm trying to figure out the significance of this place. It could be its relation to water. It could also be its cultural and historical significance.


EDIT: I don't think it was Sinop anymore. The town I dreamed could have been Zonguldak I remember pulling rocks and metals out of the ground. Someone was teaching me how to mine slate or some other black rock. This town is known for coal mining.

[myresearch]

I'm trying to figure out the significance of this place. It could be its relation to water. It could also be its cultural and historical significance.


EDIT: I don't think it was Sinop anymore. The town I dreamed could have been Zonguldak I remember pulling rocks and metals out of the ground. Someone was teaching me how to mine slate or some other black rock. This town is known for coal mining.

According to mythology, Sinope is a goddess, the daughter of god of rivers, Asopus. One day Zeus saw her and fall in love at first sight, so much that he could do anything for her. Soon after, Zeus went to see Sinope to see her and declare his love. Zeus asked her, would you open your heart for me if I give up my throne in Olympus for you. But Sinope told him that she wishes to remain as virgin. Since Zeus loved her so much, he granted her wishes and didnt touch her, he left her on near black sea, hence the name of the city, Sinop.

After this, Apollo and Halys also fall in love with her, again so much they would do anything but she wanted to remain virgin and again they granted her wish. Three of them did everything to seduce her but she outwitted them and remained a virgin all of her life and lived happily ever after.

[Adam Strange]

I believe that my dreams are attempts at communication between two ancient brain structures, the reptile brain and the mammal brain.

Specifically, the human brain consists of the Reptile brain, which is very ancient, and the Mammal brain, which is overlaid upon the Reptile brain and is a relatively more recent (in evolutionary terms) development.

The Reptile brain is the seat of all emotions and instincts, but it doesn’t have much in the way of writable memory (which is why reptiles mostly operate on instinct) and it doesn’t have language, but it has excellent emotional development. Love, hate, fear, lust, anger, desire, jealousy, all exist in the Reptile brain.

As the brain evolved to have advantages over the brains of other creatures, it developed a way to learn from experiences and to communicate with other creatures using language. These developments gave their possessor an enormous advantage over the creatures which were only running on instinct and which could not coordinate their actions with other creatures of their kind. But rather than remaking the Reptile brain to perform these additional functions (because the Reptile brain was already working pretty hard to do the simple things it was doing), evolution overlaid the reptile brain with a second structure, a mammal brain, which could store data, think and learn and adapt and speak, but which didn’t have Feelings, because the Reptile brain was already doing that perfectly well, thank you.

So now, the brain had two structures, one which is the seat of instincts and emotions, and the other being the seat of memory and language. I have no idea how the various parts of the brain communicate, but I can imagine a person who is perfectly logical and without emotion, someone like Star Trek’s Mr. Spock, for example, trying to communicate with an emotional baby who can’t speak but can only impress others with its emotions, and what I get when I consider communication between these two is something that resembles Dreams.

My dreams are emotion-laden visual impressions of events which seem to be to be told by someone else (someone else from my own perspective, which is that of the mammal, Mr. Spock), an emotional being who is very good at watching the world and who has a shrewd emotional reaction to events, but who doesn’t really have a larger context in which to place these reactions.
When I dream, I seem to be experiencing a script which was supplied to me by someone who watched the events of the day, chose a few things from the daily experience which had emotional connotations, threw them at me and now it’s my job to weave a story and a logical interpretation out of these snippets of events.
There really is very little spoken language in my dreams. The communication between my dream characters seems, upon close reflection, to take place by some kind of “understanding”, rather than by actual speech between them.
It’s as if the baby cries and you have to figure out that it needs a diaper change, or the dog looks at you and then looks at its empty water bowl. You get the scene with images which have some emotional content, and then you have to make a story out of these simple events.

I believe that the lizard brain remembers things, but only really big, emotion-laden events. After all, there isn’t much room in the reptile brain for memories. It has a scratch pad for daily events, but then it has to choose which things it needs to remember. Having a mammal brain right next door, with a huge amount of emotionless memory storage, means that the lizard brain can download the scratch pad of emotional reactions to daily events to the mammal brain, and let the mammal brain sort it out and make sense of it.
Dreams are the handshaking between these two subsystems in the brain. During the day, I might see a thousand things, but only a few have emotional connotations for the lizard brain, and when it hands off the scratch pad for the day, these few events carry emotional freight. My dreams are trying to tell me something, is how I interpret this.

My mammal brain then gets to weave these cries of concern into a rational story.

I said that the Reptile brain doesn’t have a lot of storage capacity to learn from its experiences, but it clearly has some, because events from my past, which have had a world-shaking emotional content, keep being brought up in my dreams by the reptilian brain.

I have figured out that, in a minor sense, when my brain wants me to wake up and I don’t want to wake up, I start having a series of dreams which are more and more disturbing until being awake is less painful that being asleep.
Now that I’m aware of this process, it seems to be happening less. Those simple tricks aren’t working anymore.

Infrequently in the past, but more often recently, I’ve been having a recurring dream in which I’ve murdered someone and I’m trying desperately to hide that fact. This dream is extremely disturbing. I can hardly convey the terror I feel when someone in the dream questions me about the events surrounding the murder.
Now, I haven’t actually murdered anyone, that I know of, anyway, so why this dream?

I don’t think that the dream is about getting away with murder. I think the dream is about hiding something which, if widely known, would destroy me. And I think I’ve figured out what that thing is.

As I’ve had this dream over the years, its situational context has gotten more specific, and one thing has become more clear, and that is that the murder took place when I was a kid. At that time (in the world of this dream), I was accidentally able to hide my involvement, but the evidence is clearly there if anyone cares to look. And the terrifying part of the dream occurs when someone gets close to me and starts questioning the events surrounding the murder. As I said, in the dream, I don’t feel any remorse about the killing. In fact, remorse doesn’t come into the dream at all. Rather, I’m terrified that someone will find out, and this exposure will kill me. The concern of the dream is fear of exposure, not guilt at murder.

In my more recent dreams, the murder is increasingly being localized to a time when I was a little kid. In reality, it was about this time in my life when I realized that my mother didn’t love me.

I can only say that the most terrifying, life-threatening thing that can happen to a kid is that they be left without parental support. A kid without parents is a dead kid. Every kid knows this, even if they don’t know anything else. This is where the murder comes in.

Almost as bad would be to have other people discover that your own parents don’t love you. If the people who know you best have decided that you are not worthy of their love, then you aren’t worthy of other people’s love and support, either. This is where the fear of discovery comes in.

OK, Lizard brain. Mr. Spock gets your concerns, and he’s here to tell you that they are groundless. The murder, the death of your soul, wasn’t your fault, and you are, in fact, worthy of love.

Can we move on to some constructive dreams now?

[Cataclysm]

A reoccuring dream I have is that I'm skiijumping and fly really fucking high up in the air. The part I always experience the most vividly is the part when I'm up there trying to figure out how to land.

I've never dared skiijumping in real life. I was always afraid of jumping too far or not far enough. Maybe that's why I have this dream.