I had a dream I dyed my hair, it was a lighter brown and dry.
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I had a dream I dyed my hair, it was a lighter brown and dry.
I dream a lot everyday. I am often find myself in a mystery and like a Zen master I am often confused between dream and reality. I cannot exactly say whether I am now in a dream writing you. I do not find a line that separates my moments of wakefulness from my dreams. There is no clear-cut line.
I enjoy dreams and sometimes my dreams are not dreams and I have to call them nightmares. I have to tie up the happenings of my dream with some processes through which nature offsets some of my disabling emotions, experiences helping me to get up with a fresh mood in the morning
Weird dream last night. I meant to write it down earlier and now I've forgotten it.
I was running down the street naked at about 9pm - it had a 9pm feel to it: I wasn't wearing a watch. The street was empty of people which didn't matter because I wasn't doing it to show off. Then everything started going wobbly like in a soap opera dream haze, and I woke up and was running down the highway naked. It was later, about midnight. Now there were many interested bystanders, which wasn't surprising as following closely behind me was a fleet of cop cars with sirens squealing and lights flashing, like the OJ chase, and I was public enemy no 1. Helicopters overhead and all. Far ahead of me were teams of news vans shouting questions. None of this bothered me because I was dreaming - that is I knew this was a dream from the previous street scenario, but no one else seemed to get it.
'You're figments!' I was saying. 'You don't even exist!'
But suddenly I started to feel I might be wrong - perhaps the street scenario was the dream. I'd been running too long and begun to lucidly hallucinate and that's what the wobbliness had been!
Uh oh, now I was in deep. I tried to come up with witty explanations, but merely produced platitudes about how it's a free country and I pay my taxes kind of stuff.
So I had a problem - keep running, or stop so they could arrest me for bad form?
I stopped. I didn't want to keep running just because they expected me to keep running. But the second I did I was back on the street and now there were different sorts of people - professionals - and they were outraged. As I tried to ignore them they became silhouettes with glowing eyes and mumbly voices.
I ran and ran and finally made it to a hospital where I demanded to know what was going on - was I under some treatment drugs that were making me feel like I was right and everyone else was wrong? Or vice versa? The nurse said that I shouldn't be here because the hospital isn't open. I should go home and get some sleep, and come back when I wake up. So I did, and then woke up...
I had two dreams. The first my bottom lip was huge and it was hanging down to my chest. Kind of like that tribe with the lip plates except I didn't have a plate. I was holding my lip walking down an aisle at a store thinking I needed to go to the Dr.. The next, I was at a coworkers house, I plugged in their stove (weird in it's self) an the outlet started buzzing, I thought I should go get coworker but before I could move the fuse blew and fried the outlet and stove.
I dreamt that I was in a mall with just a top on, it was a little long so it covered my nether region but not by much. I was walking to the store with the pants but it seemed like it was far so I was walking through the mall ignoring people so I wouldn't notice if they were noticing that I had no pants.
I've often been made fun of, because I dream often, and vividly. They are like stories, with strange imagery. I've been told on more than one occasion that I should either compile my dreams into a book, or create a story out of them.
My strangest dream was rather prophetic in its fashion, and incredibly lengthy.
I wasn't in the dream, but the observer, and somehow I was given information, as if I were a narrator.
There was a beautiful mansion made out of white sandstone on the Nile, surrounded by desert. A wealthy young couple had locked themselves away from the world.
There were two hippopotamuses that had been given as a wedding gift to the couple that lived there. They stood watchful in the waters of the Nile, facing the house. Protectors. Reeds and cattails shared their abode.
Hidden behind them in the reeds, men in tribal crocodile masks, and feathered cod-pieces crept stealthily out, jumped onto their backs and slit their throats violently, with long, s-curved shaped daggers.
The couple watched from the top floor of their mansion, for from their bedroom to the balcony, the walls were glass. Holding hands, they walked downstairs and out into the backyard to face the crocodile men, as if they knew what awaited them.
''What do you want from us?'' The woman cried.
''We won't back down.'' The man said. (Something like that, it's been awhile)
They said nothing. Two took her, and two took the man. The couple reached, and struggled for each other in vain.
The woman was taken into the mansion, and the man was taken into the water.
I observed as the crocodile men urged the man to wade into the river, and he did so. The water was up to his waist as they walked behind him, not saying anything, but clearly wanting him to continue moving.
Eventually, a fork in the river presented itself. Glowing white letters appeared over each fork. One of the crocodile men nudged him.
''Choose.'' He commanded.
The letters spelled out, ''Wishes'', and ''Reality''.
Being in a bit of a predicament, he knew that his current reality was not acceptable.
He moved to the, ''wishes'' fork, and he wished with all of his might that these crocodile men would disappear. And they did.
Unfortunately, the current was too strong, and he had to continue, being pushed onwards.
Meanwhile, back at the mansion, the woman was sitting peacefully on a comfortable, beige couch. The crocodile men were either standing, or sitting. It wasn't relevant.
The doorbell rang, and she was urged to answer it.
She rose from her seat and went to the door. Opening it, she saw a man with wild hair, in a faux-hawk, purple and black, with a short leather jacket, piercings and that kind of attire. Somehow, I knew this was her ex-boyfriend. (He looked like Roofio from the movie Hook, just instead of red, it was like, neon purple.)
He proceeded to ask her why she had left her family, had cut away from the world, and refused to speak to anyone since she had been married. Why had she isolated herself from everyone?
The perspective returned to the man in the river, who had come to another fork.
One said: ''Shallow, but gets deep.''
The other: ''Whirlpools''.
As he looked at each, the whirlpools looked incredibly dangerous. Coupled with turbulent water and tornadoes, he was quick to choose the other option.
The only problem was, he couldn't swim.
He started walking down the ''Shallow'' river. It was so shallow that it barely covered its feet, but true to form, it continued to become deeper and deeper, until it was up to his neck, and he was holding the reeds on the shoreline to drag himself along.
Soon he came to yet another fork.
''Dreams,''
And
''Truth''
... Tired, and overwhelmed from the ordeal, 'dreams' seemed the best course of action. He wanted to just lie down and sleep.
As he followed the fork's new turn, he came to a shoreline, where a campfire was burning. He pulled himself across the sand to lie down next to it, and it warmed him. He began to sleep, and to dream.
The woman stood up from the couch, and one of the crocodile men stood with her, facing her, he pointed at her. ''Sleep'', he said. She struggled, trying to look away from his burning gaze in the mask. ''Sleep!'' he commanded. She felt her eyes growing heavier, and heavier, until she fell to the ground, and slept. She began to dream.
The two dreams merged together, and they were together at last.
Suddenly, everything went black. One of the crocodile men addressed me, right up into my face, like a horror movie. His voice was booming, and condemning.
''All you will ever be, is in love.''
I awoke. Frightened.
Last night I dreamed that I was at the cabin that used to belong to my grandparents (and now it no longer exists - it was torn down). My aunt (who has terminal cancer in the waking world) jumped off the roof of the house, which sort of morphed into a different grandmother's house that has this horrible deck that is on the second floor of the house and it has no railing and there is a concrete slab below. So she committed suicide. And then there was all this incoherent dream craziness of running around. It was night. There were animals in the grass and then I was watching my uncle standing on the roof of the cabin, which then morphed into that horrible deck. And then he jumped too.
Some guy was teaching me to ice skate on the side walk in front of a house that belonged to a high school friend. Then another friend from high school (who is currently in the Philippines) showed up in ice skates.
Last nite dreamed that I was pinned under a building trying to get out...woke up.
Funny - We already talk about the dreams, but not the meanings. Now I know you all do some meaning research - so let's hear it.
That's pretty amazing, firstly to dream it - and then to remember it in such detail.Quote:
Originally Posted by BookBeauty
Unless there's something happening beyond our understanding, all dreams must stem from our waking experiences. Do you have an explanation for your dream? Why do you say it was prophetic?
There were some elements to the dream that was familiar to waking life, but much of it manifested seemingly out of nowhere.
Regardless, it was one of, if not the longest dream I've ever had, and I think the reason why I remember it so clearly is because as soon as I woke up, I typed it all down so I wouldn't forget. :)
Some of the imagery could have been from my subconscious as well.
I would rather not go into details upon the prophetic elements of the dream, but I don't generally buy into that sort of thing anyway, it was probably just coincidence.
The desert-like setting, and particularly the crocodile men are a clear reference to a computer game called, ''Quest for Glory: 3, Wages of War,'' which I think I had been playing around the time I had the dream.
The rest of it seems like my imagination going wild, to its fullest potential. I certainly wish I'd have dreams like that more often, and this is coming from an avid dreamer. :)
I think that dreams are often very personal things, that make the most sense to the dreamer.
I have forgotten facts from the waking world that I would never normally forget, my own identity has changed, I have been transported to different timelines, like memories, that I've never had, but the dream makes me believe I have. The dreams change people, events, and circumstances. Everyone's heard of 'dream logic', and that dabbles its hands quite often in the muck. Sometimes seems like a dream out of Hollywood. You'd think no one ever has a dream like that, but then there's me.
Sometimes when I have a dream, the feeling from the dream manifests into the waking realm so vividly that it affects how I feel and think for days, sometimes weeks after. I have found myself avoiding people on occasion, which I saw someone else post previously.
As has also been said, and I agree with, dreams are fascinating, and I would love to tap into and understand their design and purpose. Science is still trying to put together that particular puzzle. =)
I recognise alot of what you say. Particularly about dreams and memories being confused. But they don't affect me so intensely.
Last night I had a dream about a Rottweiler attacking Sisko and he stabbed him with his huge claw so he had a big wound on his chest. Then the vet said it was because he ate a bone so I asked Sisko and he told me the big dog did it. Then I woke up and saw he was OK.