My favorite dream I've had is one where I realized I was in a dream, then immediately wondered if I could wake myself up. I tried over and over again, but every time I thought I was awake, weird things happened to set off that I was still in a dream. Now I can't consider reality ontologically different from a dream at all since there's absolutely no difference perceptually, and any hypothetical thing beyond perception is completely meaningless to me. I mean all these people ramble about the afterlife and simulation theory and all that, but what are those contained in themselves? If you were somehow a brain in a jar, is that jar in a simulation, and that simulation looked over by angels, then the angels are figures of your imagination as a brain in a jar? It's the sheer possibility of recursion that makes the idea of anything beyond perception meaningless, really. And that's what I actually had to deal with in the dream, first-hand, not as some mental exercise.
TL;DR Don't have interesting dreams or you become a German idealist
I find painting dreams to be more interesting than trying to explain them through words. When you try to write about them, there is a tendency to rationalize them, stripping the dreams of their experiential, subjective content. Dreams take our experiences, combines them in irrational ways, which we then try to rationalize.
This is a new dream trend for me and I cant figure out what it means: Horses attacking me. I think they often suddenly turn on me and its unexpected, but not sure if it was like that in my last one. In one dream there were two horses and they were attacking both me and my father. I ended up managing to pick up a chainsaw and the horse ran into me and I killde it. In the last one it was just me and one horse, i found some tazer electric shock tool that i killed it with at the end.
I dreamed a dream of times gone by...
Seriously, I dreamed that I was writing on this forum about how I've fallen for someone who dislikes Socionics just like me, haha. I wrote the post in a state of some weird lovey-dovey-ness; sometimes I am in this euphoric state where the world seems bright and joyful. It's a state I get mostly into when I am infatuated, but not always. Either way, once that moment had passed, I realized I did not actually love the guy. I'd never loved him. But I had entertained the idea of loving him. Sometimes, the idea of doing something can just be as satisfactory as actually doing it. Anyway, so I ended up deleting the post. But @Chae quoted me, however leaving out the part about me being in love with a guy who does not like Socionics. Tongue-in-cheek, she implied that she knew I was gonna delete the post etc.
My dream also involved other aspects, like actually being around that guy and seeing him in a different light before writing the post. He was better looking, ha. (He looked like a white version of this guy, haha. Wow, the similarity is uncanny and I am seeing those pics for the first time... This is eery. ) We were walking alongside each other, or sitting beside each other, in an old castle-like building in the late afternoon, with an overcast sky. The atmosphere was rather still and silent, with tones and an air that were cool but not uncomfortably so. The atmosphere was like Jimin's look, haha. If that look could be mirrored in a building or a "vibe". (I might have seen Jimin walking in front of me in the castle too, looking like this, haha.) But I actually do not remember exactly what else happened. There might have been a tournament or challenging game of some sort.
To really pinpoint what those dreams mean, @Jereme, you'd have to explore what horses mean to you personally.
How do you feel about horses? What kind of adjectives would come to mind? Are they mostly negative or positive or neutral?
I once read in a psychological test that one's attitude towards horses reflect one's attitude towards men. In my case, that actually rang rather true when I took that test. (Whether horses = men for everyone is questionable.) Following that interpretation, it is interesting to note that the horse was attacking Jereme's father, the primary male figure in her life (as of now, or at least in her childhood). They were also attacking her and "turning on her unexpectedly". Just based on that information, I could guess that perhaps Jereme is afraid of potential male love interests unexpectedly turning on her and harming her (mostly emotionally).
A potential male lover would threaten the position of the primary male figure in Jereme's life which as of now is still occupied by her father. So maybe that's why the horse was attacking her father. Perhaps there's an internal conflict in Jereme concerning accepting a new primary male figure in her life replacing her father. Maybe she does not trust men (enough). She feels like they are not safe, unpredictable and dangerous "animals". All Jereme can do, is killing those beasts in order to stay safe.
But again, this interpretation could be entirely wrong if the horses did not actually represent guys.
They've stopped now. I have trends for like a week then it ends.. But interesting thought.
I have themes that stretch out over longer periods of times, one of them is rather embrrassing so I wont say that. But that one I havent had for a long time but recently came back which is interesting. The other one is being on airplanes. Sometimes they havent taken off, sometimes they take off but its really unstable, sometimes it crashes etc. Sometimes it lands safely too but the ride isnt staedy and it feels unsafe. I know what these ones are about though. One I had was we crashed, but while we were crashing I remained calm and accepted my destiny. I thought that was nice. Another one that deosnt come as often is there are huge animals that breaks lose (maybe you can count the horse dreams into these too), and often animals that dont even exist in the real world. And one dream I had to lead an elephant through a huge busy highway-
In general I like horses and I think they are kind and beautiful creatures.. But they are a bit scary because theyre much bigger than me and so they have power over me if they want. Them being a symbol of my partners is a possibility though i feel its irrelevant in my life right now. But yeah that makes sense that Im afriad they will turn on me. Its not a subconscious thing and something I already know. In one of the dreams the horses were cutting off and changing skins before.
My father actually has no role at all in my life and I feel general disdain for him because he has had no impact in my life.. Hes a 9. So Im upset because he didnt teach me how to stand up to those big animals because hes not a typical macho "father figure". Hes like hay stack. Dry, malleable, can do no harm. Lol.
I had a dream this night about a big fight in my family that broke out while i was in another room. In this dream I had a little sister (I dont irl) and my dad looked like another person but he was my dad in the dream. Thats irrelevant probably but anyway. I came out and my father was holding a knife to my little sister and was abotu to hurt her. I felt that my father was deeply evil and then time kind of froze and I walked up to them, took the knife and cut two cuts on my fathers face (on the cheek/jaw) then ran off. I have a lot of cutting in my dreams, also.
Maybe the horses are representing inevitable changes in my life but I keep getting scared and stopping them (hence killing them)
For some reason I just remembered a dream that I had to have had about 10 years ago. There were a bunch of fat, pale Elizabethan English aristocratic ladies in ruffles who had some sort of club with each other and an obnoxious habit of ending every single sentence with an unnaturally enthusiastic "JA?" and replying with "JA!" For whatever reason, I found this terrifying, probably because it was uncanny, but now I'm just thinking of why exactly I picked that as the theme. Maybe something to do with a movie since I vaguely remember something about a movie being involved.
Horses are generally something you should try to control and ride (if horses represent men, then I should not be allowed within 25 feet of available men). They are a paradox because animals represent what's rejected from humanity and somewhat base, but then the nobility is defined by being able to ride horses. It's pretty much trying to get the conscious and the subconscious to work in unison which creates nobility directly from the base. Wild horses are hardly "kind" creatures at all and will kick your skull right in, but horses actually can't control you just due to their size because human beings are much, much smarter than horses. Of course horses relate to change since what they're used for is to travel long distances quickly, but the fact that they're just trying to kill you then you try to kill them is the significant part. Aside from that there's not enough detail.
And if anyone says that this is all nonsense because symbolism is completely personal, it's really not. It's a language that you have to know how to speak and most people are actually better at than a lot of people seem to think (metaphors and idioms are really not that arbitrary and if you can't understand a decent amount of an unfamiliar language's idioms, you are kidding yourself. All other symbolism is basically the same idea).
My dreams usually consists of illogical transitions where meaning is totally lost or it fades away while it progresses. Like this (albeit this a sudden change): You suddenly enter the room and see wheel of fortune handled by someone you know.
Do you trust your luck or is it possibly a set up?
One time I read about GTA series and did little bit of research. Next night I had a dream where sweet Disney world was mixed with organized crime world simply coexisting together.
Had freakishly symbolic and somewhat complex dream once. Just by comparing it my own life I found somewhat tight explanation to it in few minutes. No book knowledge needed. I don't really dreams in first person perspective very often.
I was walking down the road where our family lived when I was a child (road name contained snake part in it). Suddenly walls started to emerge on both sides. They grew and grew. Then walls started to emerge in front of me but they were tiny and you could just jump over them. Car emerges and stops next to furthest wall. I decided to take a short cut (very steep road not meant for any sort of vehicles). As I went on and on road started to get steeper and steeper. Gravel under my shoes loosed its grip and I couldn't continue. I turned into a forest to get a better grip. Plants started to reform and suddenly I was surrounded by snakes.
Avoiding something?
I think using modern stereotypes might help you out more.
Childless career woman who sees cats in her dreams and flood of cats -> crazy cat lady.
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I dreamt I had a graduation party and my father chose to wear a dress... a pink dress.
Hmmm I used to have dreams where I went to school in my underwear.
More nightmares:
When (compulsory ) military service ended I had recurring nightmares that they lost my personal information and forced me to do it again. Those were the worst. Ruined the next day completely. Never again, never again. You morons. Not going to fight for my country despite of (forced) oath (I only moved my mouth).
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I had a dream that some guy that looked like a mid-20s version of technology boy from American gods was on Conan O Brien and his schtick was that he smoked a lot of heroin, and he was doing it during the show after Conan said, "So are you high right now?" and he bashfully said "Awww yeah, I am." Then he pulled out a clear glass bowl and the audience started cheering him as he smoked heroin out of the bowl.
I also had another dream where I was talking to a guy who was on heroin but could somehow hold a conversation.
I don't like what my unconscious is doing..
The night before that I dreamt I was on a rollercoaster and instead of something happening to me like it usually does, the girl next to me fell out during a loop and it felt very morbid and real. But me and the person next to her held on to her so she wouldnt fall down and die, but she was freaking out and the freakout felt also very real. :/ Later I went to complain, and all the people working there just ran away. I woke up with my heart pounding like crazy haha.
I dreamt that there was an island for young midget orphans only. There, they'd be taken care of, but they weren't allowed to leave. Somehow I (or the character I was being) managed to get to that island via some kind of odd helicopter thing. The place looked like an amusement park for little kids but without the rides. It was like a little cute town. I went into the main school where several of the orphans lived. I met some guy who was actually rather tall for a midget, but considered short for an average guy (he might have been 168 cm tall as I am IRL). I was on the shorter side myself in the dream, so he was actually slightly taller than me. We hit it off well, and immediately developed a crush on each other almost exactly on first sight. But our romance was technically forbidden; the midget orphans were not allowed to date "normal people". We decided to flee from the island together... We ran through the halls and tried to out-trick the system... I don't really remember how the dream ended. It was an odd one, one I normally wouldn't tell, but oh well.
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The forbidden love: @Cassandra's dream meets Romeo & Juliet
Serious version
This is so beta irrational.
Socially secluded juvenile midgets. Clearly a case for socially shunned people hung up in youth who has never grown up to meet social standards. Your pick is only mildly off but you already start feel socially secluded yourself since you realize that you have shrunken below your own status by taking subordinate position. You are going to accept it anyway. Together you try to break out from social shackles while being in a secluded place – you eventually have to cross some boundaries (island) together in order to break free.
This one shows clearly that you are not having any sort of oedipal complex building inside you (as many analyzer like to portray it that way) where you want grow that child up. That's so delta. They just don't remember their own childhoods' and they are off as we are talking about juveniles.
2. interpretation
You have serious midget fetish which is not really accepted in modern society.
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This is so symbolic so I can't resist trying to interpret
A part of the personality that has remained in a childish, undeveloped state. This state is excluded and not integrated into the conscious personality. There is a chance of integration if the conscious personality can "lower" himself or be humble enough and meet the other side, but also not taking on too big challenges to begin with. (get to know the most "normal" midgets first).
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(Jung on Si)
Have you ever questioned his sexuality before?I know what you mean but I don't think it means anything. I once had a humorous dream in which my very manly and hetero uncle wore a pink polka-dot grandma dress and the dress didn't phase his masculinity at all... he just continued to str8 man ishly grunt and go through life with his blue collar bad ass ness. And likewise a lot of men might think being manly is wearing the right kind of sporty clothes, but they open their mouths and a purse falls out of it. I just don't think it makes a difference truly. It just really comes from within you know.
Or maybe I'm wrong and my uncle is a secret butt muncher. If so he's hiding it well. He can be so macho that it's gay I suppose.
Here's an extensive dream of mine from the 6th of April.
It's another love story dream involving time travel; those can be the most entertaining sometimes.
Here's a silly, slightly TMI dream to analyze for you guys.
(I think the meaning is rather obvious, but I am still curious to see what you come up with, haha.)
I dreamt I had been bitten by a vampire, and that would mean that in a few minutes I'd go rampant with my thirst for blood, so I'd have to be contained in a room. This blood thirst wouldn't last for too long, for an entire night at most, then I'd be back to normal. I was led into a room by some girl, it was a small room with wooden doors. It did not seem too safe for a crazy vampire fit. I was surprised she thought it would be. She expected me to go rampant but not be able to leave the room somehow. I told her that I had good self-control, that I've been bitten two times before and never went insane and drank blood from another human being. Basically, I was good at abstinence. She was positively surprised by that, but still doubted me a tiny bit.
She left the room, locked me in. So the minutes passed, the blood thirst was supposed to hit me soon. But then I felt like I might have to pee soon, so I said "Please let me out for a bit, I need to go to the bathroom." She didn't think that would be safe, considering I could go crazy any minute now, so she didn't let me and I accepted it. A bit of time passed again, for some reason the other door was actually free to open, and I went through it and saw some other people hanging out in the next room. Amongst them being a very handsome guy. Somehow the crazy episode never really occurred, or I seemed to have a really good tolerance for it, so I ended up getting to know the girl and the other people who took care of temporary vampires or mythical creatures in this apartment. I could not go back to the previous room anyhow, because some crazy werewolf lady had been led into it right after I've left the room, and they didn't have any other free room, so I just stayed with the others.
Turned out, the handsome guy was a vampire himself, but he was the kind that was half vampire half human all-the-time without the crazy fits. I found out he was one of the "entertainers" of those crazy guests. Technically he was a prostitute, so he did sexual favours, but he also let vampires drink his blood or similar. When my fangs started to get longer, and I pointed at them saying that meant my blood thirst would come up soon, they offered him to me, and I was confused: "Can I really drink his blood? But he's a vampire himself." They just laughed at my innocence.
So they all left the room, locked me in with him. We got closer, I asked him what his perfect woman would be like, and he said "Brown eyes, very long brown hair, and a perfect body". I fit the description except for the perfect body part. So we started to kiss, but somehow our fangs would get smashed against each other, or somehow made it difficult to kiss nicely and properly, so it was a bit unsatisfying that way. He took of his shirt and had the hottest most fit upper body I've ever seen, it looked unreal, so I was about to say "You are so good-looking" or something along those lines, but I thought that would be weird, so I didn't say anything. Based on his looks and so forth, I expected the sex to be great or quite good at least, but when it came down to it, our rhythms were totally out of synch... xD And he was slower and lazier than I would have like him to be, haha. I thought that was a clear sign we weren't really too compatible and/or that he didn't like me that much, so he didn't put much effort into it. All in all, it was okay but not really as good as I had expected it to be. I don't even remember whether anyone climaxed or not... probably not.
Afterwards, the others came back into the room and asked me how it was, expecting I'd say it was awesome, and I just said "It was fine".
After that, there's been some other things going on in the dream, but nothing really note-worthy.
Dream from last night:
I am outside a house in the garden. It could be evening or even night. There is a girl at the 2nd floor of the house, maybe she lives there. I climb up to the window and knock on it to get her attention. I give her a sign that I want her to come outside with me. She accepts. She leaves her room and I'm waiting for her to get down and out in the garden.
There are also some other people in the garden a little further away, and I try to avoid being seen by them. I stay on the other side of the house.
Then she is just about to come outside, the seconds keep ticking, she'll be her any moment, but something happens, or the dream ends just there.
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
I rarely remember my dreams involving sex, but I remember the dream I had last night.
I was back in the apartment I shared with my engineering school buddy. He was still in grad school, but I was out and was making more money than I could imagine. I was just pouring it into a bank account for lack of any experience with money, and we both still lived like bohemians out of long habit. People were always coming and going in our apartment; friends from our expanding friend circle and acquaintances who were buying the weed we were selling.
My roommate, who was probably an LII because we admired each other but did nothing together, read that there was an artistic performance judging event that evening at a local sex club, and he wanted to see if he could win. He ran a comb through his hair and beard and off he went. I thought that would be ridiculous, and stayed home.
Soon a woman whom I’d never seen before showed up at the apartment and explained that she had heard of the event and she wanted to practice with someone beforehand. I liked her, she was nice and easy to talk to, so we had sex in the living room. We both had a pretty good time, mainly because we interacted easily and had practical ideas about what we wanted to do. It didn’t feel like she was practicing to me, more like she was just spending some pleasant time in the late afternoon.
Afterward, she decided to leave, but I got the impression that she wasn’t leaving to go to the sex club event. Instead, I decided to go, just to see what something like that was like.
When I got there, the performances had ended, people were standing around in various states of undress, talking and eating the last of the refreshments. I found my roommate, and he seemed phlegmatic, distracted, slightly cheerful, in other words, normal for him. I got the impression that he hadn’t won. He wandered off to get some cake, and a half-dressed, bright young woman approached me and asked if I had seen a particular guy, and proceeded to describe my roommate. I led her over to where he was standing and introduced them.
Last night I had another time travel dream where a past friend of mine had a certain red diamond (looked like the diamond from The Sims, ha) with which one could travel back in time, she just had to to change the time on her watch and one would travel back there... But actually, it would result in everyone's time being thrown back. The entire world would go back in time, so to speak.
I asked her to go back one year, so I could improve my grades (haaaa), otherwise I might not be able to make it or something. At first she didn't listen, but then...
I was back in time, and I felt relieved and happy to be able to walk through the halls of my High School... Finally I'd be able to make the most of my time, I had compassion for myself and was highly motivated to do everything as well as I could; not just grade-wise, but generally.
Does this mean I have or haven't moved on? Maybe a mix of both...
i love dream interpretation but i think it's very difficult to (correctly) interpret anyone's dreams except maybe your own, which doesn't invalidate the purpose of this thread, just something to keep in mind in case someone claims one of your dreams hints at repressed memories of childhood trauma.
dreams can only be compromised of thoughts that existed prior to you falling asleep, meaning that your mind is incapable of conjuring up a mental image out of thin air, so although it can extract components from various sources and create something (seemingly) new on its base, it can't magically create something out of nothing. when you're awake, you have conscious control over your thoughts. you pick and choose what you do and don't acknowledge. you repress, and your thoughts are filtered through and watered down by everyday distractions. when you're asleep, there are no distractions, you lose conscious control of your thoughts. it gives your mind free reign to explore the depths of your psyche and whatever you repressed during the day manifests itself in your dreams. most of the time it's whatever you expose yourself to the most, but sometimes it can be long-and-forgotten memories from years past. imagine your mind as a caged animal during the day. the cage is consciousness, and it disappears once you close your eyes.
does anyone here keep a dream journal?
Lately I have been having several dreams where I am in love with women, and I've never had this before. I have had endless dreams about having sex with women but not acting like we are together and in love. Weird.
I used to do it. I have collected hundreds of dreams for the last 15 years. On paper and as audio files recorded in the middle of the night with a sleepy voice and the dream fresh in memory. But now i cant recall my dream anymore in the morning, and if i do i only remember vague fragments. So i dont do it anymore.
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
I used to have a dream journal, I just wrote down a bunch of dreams though. Last days I've found it by accident and read them... and it was weird because I couldn't remember any one of them... I described the dreams pretty well in my diary but I just couldn't remember those dreams at all. While reading those "memories" though, I came to notice that they pretty much described very well what I was going through in my waking life... it wasn't a easy period, I was in one hell of abusing relationship at the time and my dreams were reflecting that, it was always dark in my dreams and I was always alone, with a little light by my side.
There are dreams I remember, after years, and I've never had to write them down... sometimes I see things and make experiences in my waking life, and then can't help but reconnect them to a dream I had. Sometime some dreams are gonna stay forever, I still remember some of the ones I had when I was a little kid, and that's pretty intense.. why do we remember some and come to forget others? Uh
nice movie to watch: Waking life.
had a dream that I died.
I went on a road trip with my family. we were driving through the mountain rage. narrow roads, steep mountain cliffs, NO barricades. my brother lost control of the wheel. I tried to regain control but no bueno. we swerved straight off the cliff but there was a long interim period where I naively hoped that we'd make it. the fall seemed like it went on forever. I naively hoped again that we'd make it. darkness hit. we woke up in a campsite at the bottom of the mountain range, there was border control nearby, but it felt far away. the car didn't look totaled, it just looked... old, and I felt empty. so empty. several cars passed us by but none of them stopped for us. it was a while before we realized they couldn't see us. we spent the duration of the dream scavenging for food, silently reminiscing, at one point I had to wonder if we could even see each other. cars continued to pass us by without so much as a glance. the experience was wrought with dread. it felt so cold and isolated, and the fall was gut-wrenching. 7 hours later and I'm still caught in a warped daze.
I dreamed that I talked to a friend of mine a few weeks after he died. It was as real as any waking experience. I had to tell him he was dead, because he didn't know.
I was waiting in dreadful anticipation for graduation day. I failed all my classes but I tried to keep it a secret from my childhood nemesis' mom. I lied about moving across the country to avoid dealing with her before or after the ceremony. I devised a sneaky plan to retrieve my belongings from my locker, but I forgot where it was, so I shoplifted a few items from a store inside the school. now I'm climbing a mountain with my childhood nemesis. it's steep, we've got nothing but a rope to keep us from falling to our death. there are evil things lurking at the bottom of the mountain, they're chasing us. we're stuck playing a cat-and-mouse game with the evil things for what feels like hours. I'm mildly aware that I'm dreaming, but I'm still scared shitless.
does anyone else experience real emotions in their dreams?
writing about dreams is a fun time because I know that my written recollection of the dream barely scrapes the surface of what really happened.