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- Today, 17:52
- Aug 12, 2009
- metro Detroit area
I used to dream like this, but nowadays is not common... I liked to dream like this, because the sensation of being alone and struggling was somewhat refreshing. It is funny you are always running from something our someone, or many things, etc, there is basically no interaction and if you, for example, not that this happens, "talk", see someone besides the ones following you I've never noticed its face, maybe because for me its unimportant......
I sometimes have these dreams where I'm being chased by someone or something. I run and run without getting tired, but I'm always on the verge of being caught. When I wake up I feel like I can't breathe, I'm still so damn terrified.
I guess the meaning of the dreams seem pretty clear. There's something I'm running away from and it's catching up to me. I have no idea what that could be though.
I have no idea what the lady & adolescent represent (probably nothing), but I'm fairly certain the water/ocean theme represents an idyllic place/time. Such "impossible paradise" settings are quite common and are usually the result of the dreamer being happy/calm/relaxed in real life.First, I was sitting on a bench in the street. Some fat African lady sat on the bench next to me and a skinny African adolescent as well. The streets were water. Right next to an ocean. Ski dos and boats going all past, the water so clear, so choppy so gorgeous. I squinted and saw the lit bridge in the background.
The setting changed, moving slightly away from the idyllic and interestingly into the daylight hours, I'd attribute this to your nature as an introvert, feeling more comfortable in gloom than the harsh, revealing sunlight. The old people were just spectators, probably representing your consideration for the opinions of others, you let the scraggly guy be taken by another because you didn't want to be looked down upon by the esteemed elders.It turned day and the water was no longer there. I was still on the bench. Some scraggly guy came up. Some old people were there. I considered the scraggly guy but let some other girl have him.
Tactile sensations, your in deep REM sleep now.I walked. Got to a children's play area. Some guy was kissing a girl there. I took him (hmm wonder what this is about), let him kiss her one more time and took him up the jungle gym. I said, "this is my husband" and felt the kiss in my dream.
If this was in my head it would have deep symbolic meaning, but I suspect you've been watching to much TV.The dream changed episodes. I suddenly saw, kinda like the Star Trek intro, a text scrolling down the "screen". It was a binary code. Numbers were popping out of the binary code in 3D. 24.
...marital conflict with one's idealised lover, resulting in avoidance/obfuscation tactics to end the conflict and thus preserve the relationship.Then, blond superman and blond Lois popped fell to the ground in a hallway out of nowhere. I though "oh no, I'm involved with Superman?" We were discussing. Disputing like some ridiculous battle of the sexes. One of us, can't remember if him or me, stepped in front of a nature painting and, like a chameleon, turned into a dear. Then the other did the same. Can't remember which animal.
That dream is fascinating. In numerous dreams I've had the experience of acquiring something I thought was valuable only to have it turn out to be worthless. I wonder what that means about how I view my conscious experiences...Imagine the *Pine-Sol woman parachuting from the sky in a huge and ornate purple dress and landing gracefully on stilts in a field. Then she says "you should get one of these dresses" and when I go to the store to get mine all they have is a really ugly one with an american flag sown into it. While at the store I see some juggling balls by the counter and hastily grab them because I've always wanted legit juggling balls. And so when I got out to meet the woman again, after being frustrated by my own stupid dress, I found that the juggling balls were silly plastic collapsing juggling balls for the purposes of magic tricks. And I had spent my last $10 on them..
*an acquaintance of mine who headed up the local pflag who sometimes gets mistaken for the pine-sol woman.
awesome. I once had an animated dream, it was so cool.But this dream looked like it was done in sketches on notebook paper.
I have controlled my dreams before, only upto a certian extent, which, so far is saying what I want to say, and maybe running where I want to go. However, it has never crossed my mind while in a dream, to imagine whatever I would like. It's worth doing, the best I have got to do is become telekenetic while in a dream, and I have to say, IT WAS AWESOME! Eventhough it only lasted a short while it was good.Wolfie:
I've been inconsistently working on lucid dreaming for about two years. Once you find tricks to realizing it's a dream, the hardest part is staying asleep but being conscious enough to decide things for yourself. 'Cos if you're too conscious, you obviously wake up. That's the problem I ran into when I tried bringing someone into my dream. :[
It's a fun experience though. Definitely worth looking into.