Jameson
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Post by Jameson on Feb 14, 2004 4:02:06 GMT -5
I've only recently started analysing my dreams and understanding the importance of them. In the past I've always dismissed them and I never really tried to understand what they meant. I believe that dreams are messages - that they are trying to tell us something. They certainly reflect the issues and challenges we face on a daily basis and the emotions we are experiencing, though maybe on a subconcious level. I just wanted to share this quote with you which kind of sums it up:
'The dream which is not interpreted is like a letter which is not read'
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Post by Nie on Feb 14, 2004 7:47:37 GMT -5
I had a really weird dream about me, Rohan and Grant. It was the first time I had ever dreamed about them.
For some reason Grant was a vampire. I walked out of Rohan's room for a glass of water and Grant bit Rohan and turned him into a vampire. I came back in and sat down then Rohan bit me and turned me into a vampire. I remember it felt really weird being bitten, and then ever weirder when I knew I was now a vampire.
Then we were all at the local supermarket and there was something evil there so we decided we'd get rid of it. It ended up being lots of bad guys with guns and some demonic creatures that were eating everyone's groceries and occasionally biting people themselves. One even bit off a man's leg and was running around wiht it in it's mouth.
Suddenly I realised I could float/fly and started chasing all these bad guys with guns and demons into the big black hole that appeared in the canned foods isle that they had all popped out from. Me, Grant and Rohan were doing really well, but it closed before we could get the last creature in and it ended up being a puppy version of Fluffy, only even less friendly looking. It ran off under and shelf and disappeared and I started really worrying and wondering if the sun was up yet cos if it was we'd all have to stay inside the mall and then I woke up.
It has to be one of the oddest dreams I've had in a long time. Anyone care to try and interpret?
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Post by KoNeko on Feb 18, 2004 10:18:07 GMT -5
Weird, maybe the whole vampire/blood thing and the fact that you, Rohan and Grant are friends (in fact, you guys are pretty close, right?) and the fact that you guys met for the first time at the mall... I think it's just confirming the closeness of your relationship with them. Maybe in a "blood is thicker than water" way?
Right, last night I had a dream about my mice. I had to go somewhere, so I got my friend Simon to look after them while I was gone. Actually, it was only two particular mice, Bunky and Algie. (Algie actually died last year, but she was in my dream) So anyway, I went away but I knew (or could see) that Simon ended up handing the mice over to Gail, who was our supervisor at the legal service we both worked at. (IRL Gail and Simon don't really get along... ) And then I knew (or could see) that Gail somehow handed my mice over to a pet store to look after... And when I found out, I was like, thanking her and really grateful and stuff, because IRL Bunky is really, really old and I would hate to have to see him die. But then on second thought, I went to the pet store and tried to get them back, but the guy wanted to sell them back to me for like $65 a mouse, which is insanely steep. Somehow I got the price down to $3 but yeah. I was really relieved that I could be reunited with them.
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Post by Nie on Feb 18, 2004 10:24:20 GMT -5
See, that's the thing. I hang out with them all lots, but I would call them 'close' like I would you guys or a few other people I feel close to. They're great people, but I don't feel that close to them yet.
I dunno. Maybe it was my subconscious telling me I want to be closer to them or soemthing.
Or I just shouldn't watch vampire movies before bed. They give me weird-mares.
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Post by En on Feb 19, 2004 15:40:50 GMT -5
If one wanted to, Koko, one could get very interested in what you feel about socialised health care based on that dream
Ni, I agree with Koko that it's a closeness thing, and your theory makes sense -- that your mind is feeling or wanting a closeness that isn't quite here yet -- but I'm wondering if the second half of the dream might indicate more that you have a feeling that you should become one of the gang, that you have something the group of you has to do, or most likely that you feel there is something you could do for the group and you know you must be included in the brotherhood and mission in order to help the group itself.
This is because the very last bit reflects (at least from my point of view) the role you often take in groups -- as the caretaker of the group itself. *puts on wire-rimmed reading specs and speaks in a dry, crusty professor voice* Your difficulty, Miss ni Sidhe, is that you are suffering from the Wendy Syndrome. Of the archetypal female figures available as role models to young women, you rejected the Cinderella, the Magdalena, the yente, the virgin/angel, the wicked stepmother, etc. and elected to follow the way of Wendy, as shown in "Peter Pan." An almost supernatural priestess, endowed with great perceptive powers, entrusted with the care of a group, but also sympathetic to the group's mission or sense of home. *arches eyebrow*
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I was looking out a window at snow on big old trees. Inside, everything was dark, and outside the snow was lit by stars. I felt relaxed. A hand rested on my shoulder, familiar, gentle. The person whose hand it was said something about how I didn't have to go anywhere anymore.
Flash to a memory within the dream of having to go down to a cellar because that's where the shower was, but there were also large rats with a penchant for biting feet. I knew, in the dream, that this was not what the other person was referring to, but it was the first thing that popped into my mind. It would have been funny (in the dramatic irony sense) if the dream-memory of the basement hadn't been so frightening.
I knew the person really meant that I didn't have to leave the place where we were standing anymore; that I could stay there. Sense of being home, or of having tenure, I'm not sure which. It was a good feeling.
Here's the weird part. Later this morning, IRL as it were, someone put a hand on my arm and I had the distinct sense that there were too many fingers on the hand. There were four and a thumb, same as everyone else's; and I don't remember sensing that the person in the dream had lost fingers, like in an accident or something. The hand in the dream seemed proportionate, whole. It just happened to have less than five digits
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Post by KoNeko on Feb 20, 2004 2:40:28 GMT -5
Hmmm, interesting you should say that, En, because accodring to some dream dictionary I found off the web (http://www.petrix.com/dreams.html) dreaming about fingers or something means:
So... does that relate to anything IRL? Especially in relation to the person who you feel has too many fingers? *raises eyebrows* __________________
I had a dream about (of all people) Orlando Bloom last night. It wasn't like, any sort of "OMG! I love him because he is so hot!" kind of stuff, though, which is good. Erok and I were at a movie (which we did do last night), only it was a kind of nifty dinner/movie place where everyone is at these tables and there's like, a big movie screen on one wall so you can eat and watch a movie at the same time. I can't remember what we were watching, but yeah. The place also looked sort of like those dinner theatres, with booths as well and stuff. Anyway, for some reason they were overbooked and Erok and I were in a booth, and the Orlando Bloom (avec goatee and fluffy brown hair ) and his friends (there were 4 of them in total) came and were like, "can we sit with you because the place is overbooked?" so we said yes, and we had dinner together. I remember it was fun to be with them but at first I did have to be conscious of not sounding like a neurotic fangirl or anything.
Anyway, so we finished eating and then we noticed Delta Goodrem was sitting at the table in front of us, drinking a gigantic coke. The waitress went over to her and said something, and then she came over to our table and said hi and chatted and stuff, and then Erok and I told OB and his friends that we were going to go and see Eddie, who had been sick, and they offered to go with us, which was cool. So the six of us went over to her house and hung out there for a bit, and yeah. I just remember that it was fun, and then my phone rang and one of my other friends (Matty) said he needed to talk to me, and then I woke up...
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Post by En on Feb 20, 2004 12:29:57 GMT -5
Wow, that sounds so... friendly I dunno, did you get a sense that the dream had more meaning than what it was on the surface? Would it have felt different if it had been, like, Alan Rickman or Claire Danes instead of Bloom?
Funny you should mention that about the fingers; because (a bit of context here) I had been reading a book in which the anti-hero's love interest was in danger of losing her university professorship because she wasn't a Marxist like the rest of the department, and that both infuriated and terrified me. You know I'm keen to become a literature professor when I grow up, right, and the thought that my tenure might depend on whether or not my philosophy conforms really scares me. Plus I've been going through home-issues lately, since the hols anyway. So my mind has been on a lot of "worrying about having a place in the world" kinds of ambitions.
So I'm thinking about the digit issue, and I am almost dead sure that the dream person had two fingers and a thumb, like a Muppet, though I don't think they were furry. I'm not sure what that means though. I mean, if I wanted to get really esoteric, I could go into the religious significance of threes and fives, or twos and fours for that matter, but that seems a bit wack. I'd dismiss it as a brain fart, except for how badly it creeped me out when the IRL person had "too many" fingers. It felt creepy the way a large spider on your skin feels creepy. Like, the person didn't really bug me, the touch didn't bug me, but the number of digits on the hand bothered me a LOT.
Maybe I am just suffering from a deep displacement syndrome -- I secretly want to be a Muppet. Dunno. The rat memory bit is actually based on my real life; the first house I lived in only had a shower in the basement, and there were rats down there (my da denies it but I saw them loads of times) and I was terrified of them, though they never bit me IRL. I never think about it much though; so I don't know why I would have flashed back on that instead of, say, my college dorm room or my room in the family farmhouse or something.
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Post by Lianne on Feb 23, 2004 13:51:13 GMT -5
last night i had a dream that i accidentally slept through my alarma nd missed my bus so i snuck out of my house with all my stuff and ended uop at my friends camp.
all of the places in my dreams were different though but i knew here they were. and i remember half of the dream from another dream i had it was weird.
i had another dream that io was being chased my a vampire. it was a good dream irl: ive been reading Dracula (lol)
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Calantha
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Post by Calantha on Mar 17, 2004 17:41:19 GMT -5
Last night I had a dream about TD. I was at a hotel and I was waiting for the other TD members to come to the hotel because I'm assuming there was some sort of get together but I had to leave early because I fogot to turn off the iron at my house and I couldn't wait around so I gathered my stuff and as I was leaving, I knew I had to give a book to Rue, so I left it (it is called Green Angel and is actually a book...not a dream book) and a post-it that said "Read this" and left. Then when I was driving home (did I live close by? I'm not sure.) I pulled over because my car was making a funny noise and I saw a green car and they pulled over and asked where the hotel was and I told them, got back into my car, and drove home.
It was boring in the way that I felt like it should have had some sort of weird twist like robbers or something.
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Post by En on Mar 18, 2004 12:12:24 GMT -5
... Ever feel like your IRL responsibilities preclude your getting involved in the wackier role playing around here?
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Post by Calantha on Mar 20, 2004 19:49:17 GMT -5
*nods* That is probably why I had the dream. It makes sense because recently I haven't been able to spend as much time on TD as possible and the book part was probably because I had just finished reading it and maybe, subconciously, it reminded me of Rue or something. Good work, dream detective En!
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Post by Rue on Mar 23, 2004 20:03:12 GMT -5
I just talked to Airlia on the phone. She told me that she had a dream about Nialle.
So, in the dream Nialle really had to get a book to Airlia. S/he was trying to as hard as s/he could, but s/he just couldn't. So finally Nialle brought the book to the house, and s/he told Air that s/he was sorry s/he couldn't find a new copy anywhere, but Air could have Nialle's copy. Air opened the book, and there were little hand-written notes all over it. And Nialle looked like what Nialle looks like IRL.
It was just weird how true-to-life the dream was... the hand-written notes and everything.
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Post by En on Mar 24, 2004 16:36:07 GMT -5
That is weird... I mean, that's totally something I would do... only, you know that, but I didn't think Airlia did?!
I keep having dreams with little people in. Like, not like leprechauns or whatever -- like, I'm a foot taller than everyone else. They're adults, just small. I'm taller than most ten year olds, but...
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Post by Rue on Mar 24, 2004 16:51:00 GMT -5
I talked to Airlia on AIM, so I asked her if she did know you would do something like that. She said that she thinks it might be because she once saw Gen writing in books, but she's not sure.
The night before last night I had a dream about Willow, our dog who died over a year ago. We were playing in the front yard and I kept petting her. She was so solid. And then she was running around in the street and a car was coming, so I called her in. It took her a little while, but then she did come to me.
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Post by KoNeko on Apr 5, 2004 0:54:37 GMT -5
Rue, do you dream about your dead pets often? Because I do.
Along those lines, I dreamt that my hairless mouse, Max had died (well, she actually IS dead, but she had just died in my dream), but in my dream she was all furred out, like a normal mouse, but when she died, I cut off her tail and whiskers and shaved her until she was this little pink thing (like what she actually looked like IRL) and was about to bury her when she sneezed. I was really surprised and relieved and she didn't seem to mind that she was hairless and had no tail. When I woke up, I thought that I had actually accidentally buried her alive IRL and panicked for a bit. That was only one part of my dream, but I can't remember the rest.
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