Dreams

[Kyriakos]

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How much importance do you think your dreams have? Do you write them down? Have you tried to examine them, and if so under which prism? (symbolic, metaphysical, mundane).

I dream each night and recall most of my dreams. Usually they are a labyrinth of symbols. For example one recent dream- which i turned into a short story- was about myself walking on a tapestry made of all my books, only at some point there was a dark book cover. I tried to examine which book it was, surely not any of Baudelaire's Fleurs du Mal, or a book of the old testament, but the black was so deep that it could not be any other title either.
Turned out, to my horror, that it was no book at all, but a gap, extending possibly for hundreds of meters downwards...

I am of the view that the dream meant to signify that i have gone through life with the knowledge installed in books, and when that knowledge is not enough, there is a gap instead of a stable ground.

Sometimes i also have nightmares, although i had them mostly in the past.

You can share your own dreams if you want to, with or without an analysis of them. Merry Christmas :)

[Buh4Bee]

A dark topic for such a light time. But I also dream deeply and often remember my dreams and for me they are always wishes unfilled or closing of unfilled events that I cannot close in real life, but have in my heart. I usually only dream of people I miss or wish to be with. Sometimes, have reoccurring dreams and that is telling me I have to tend to something. Blah, Blah. blah... dreams are a million dollar topic.

[caddy_caddy]

oh God, I have only one dream : that one day I can sleep without seeing any dream:(
It really frustrates me. That's the most awfull thing in my life.
You want me to write them down too !!:banghead:
And you make stories out of them . Lucky you.

[caddy_caddy]

Good morning. When I wake up today I remembered your advice amd began to laugh;)
Mine are so intricare , full of adventures , actions, horrors, science fiction .
The lovely thing is that I can fly in my dreams ? What does that mean ?
Yesterday ,in my dream , I flew overseas and landed on a faraway place.
I dreamet another one too. My neighbor's house doesn't exist anymore . I was looking from the window and nothing exists there, not even the garden or the trees. It was an empty space but the soil was so lovely, red brownish and there were many soldiers there. So I asked the officer what are you doing here and he said I'm building my own house. Then he introduced his wife to me. They both entered my house( doesn't look like my house exactly) :out:

[Volya]

I dream fairly often. Usually they're pretty boring if I'm honest, and I forget about them quite quickly. There are a few that I can remember for ages though. I had a dream last night, and it's probably the happiest experience I've ever had in or out of a dream and it all seemed so real that when I woke up I was very sad. :(

[LitNetIsGreat]

It doesn't take a Phd in psychoanalysis, a comfy sofa and tash to analyse my dreams, unfortunately... I don't think so anyway.

These days I have two recurring types, no. 1, like last night, are work dreams/nightmares. I dream I am at work or any of my past jobs and it is always unpleasant, more so than reality which is of course bad enough. Last night I dreamt that I had a row with my boss and vowed to quit. It was over some criticism in dealing with a bunch of unruly kids. I never have arguments with any of the adults I work with in reality. Even with two weeks off work I can't shake the work nightmares, though in this occasion I have been meaning to apply for something else so maybe this one was a 'hurry up and get on with it' reminder?

Dream type no. 2 are driving dreams. These are also pretty bad and usually end up in my crashing a car or motorbike. In one dream a couple of weeks ago the car I lost control of went into a river. This was not good as I had the kids in the back and was then trying to get them out. (This is a horror because I read about two cases of this happening several years ago in a river in Lincolnshire where I used to fish. Kids drowned in the back, this was absolutely haunting, horrible. I'm too sensitive for things like this.) Anyway, they are not always as bad as that but they do usually involve a crash of some sort. I don't own a car or motorbike but I do want one, so maybe these are nagging doubts (especially about crashing the bike), but also perhaps relate to the financial responsibility of owning vehicle too? (Hell would this mean I would have to work more, see no. 1.)

All in all though, these days, I just don't have positive dreams (or can't remember them if I do). If on occasion they are not bad then then tend to be boring dreams - like I'm walking around Tesco's or something else as banal as that - wow - not much escapist fantasy going on there.

[Aylinn]

Usually I don't have any dreams or I forgot them before I wake up. When I do have dreams, they are surrealistic representation of things that I experienced in real life.

I once dreamt that my friend wanted to go to heaven to take some photos. However, the bus, in which she was going to heaven, was driven by she-devil who didn't inform passengers that the bus stop near heaven is only on-demand, so my friend, who didn't know about it, had to go to hell, because it was the next bus stop. She called me and told me that I shouldn't have worried, because she didn't have photos from hell either, so it didn't matter so much that she ended up there.

Few months later I had a continuation of that dream. This time I was on the bus, but since I knew that the bus stop to heaven is only on-demand, I knew what to do. When I got off the bus, I saw a man who had a really disagreeable countenance and overall looked like a pariah. I turned out that was Saint Peter who, like the rest of the saints, was a croupier in heaven, which turned out to be a large casino, in which people had to gamble for their happiness in live. If you were lucky in gambling, you would be born, for instance, to a beautiful mother, but if you weren't, you would be born into war and poverty.

It's always a weird stuff like that.

[almonde]

I've been dreaming about this friend who suddenly seems like we aren't friends anymore after she got married. In my dreams, I see how we once were. Always bonding with our circle of friends, talking non-stop, shopping. I guess I miss how we used to be.