Your Dreams

I had a few dreams last night: 1) A group of us arrived at this beach that we had previously been to but this time the water was way more blue then before, almost like the Caribbean. There was some guy wind surfing or something and I was trying to take his picture. Next I was in a large cafeteria with some older people who didn't speak much English and I was trying to explain the menu card/program apparently we were at some event. Next I was in a doctors office, a chiropractor I think, and I moved a certain way and it felt like there was something poking out of the left side of my stomach it was kind of like a box the doctor twisted my shoulders and the box went away then the Dr started asking me questions about people I know and as I was putting on my shoes I realized my shoes stank.

bläh, I have lots of nightmares these days, e.g. this morning, just before waking up: it started with the scene of a forest and a background commentary like in a documentary. The commentary said that there are two types of foxes, those that don't use knives and those that use knives to kill cats. At that point, the 'camera' focused on a knife lying on the ground. Then I was sitting in a tree and fox climbed up the tree and said I had to help him kill the cat, and he showed me his knife. I could sense/ see the cat sneaking around in the shrubs below. Meanwhile, the voice from the off commented that a fox's meow is higher-pitched than that of a cat and that foxes with knives often tried to snare their prey by pretending to be a cat and meowing. The fox started meowing for a bit, but it really didn't sound like a cat. So he asked me to meow to attract the cat. Finally, the cat climbed up the tree and I had to grab its hands and pin it against a branch (I didn't want to do this, but was forced to, somehow). .... Well, the cat didn't look like a cute kitty either, more like a wild cat cum demon. It had brown and grey stripes and was rather fat and box-shaped. It's claws cut my hands while I was pinning it down. Then the fox cut the cat's heart out with his knife and ate it. :cold:

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Originally Posted by SleepyWitch

bläh, I have lots of nightmares these days, e.g. this morning, just before waking up: it started with the scene of a forest and a background commentary like in a documentary. The commentary said that there are two types of foxes, those that don't use knives and those that use knives to kill cats. At that point, the 'camera' focused on a knife lying on the ground. Then I was sitting in a tree and fox climbed up the tree and said I had to help him kill the cat, and he showed me his knife. I could sense/ see the cat sneaking around in the shrubs below. Meanwhile, the voice from the off commented that a fox's meow is higher-pitched than that of a cat and that foxes with knives often tried to snare their prey by pretending to be a cat and meowing. The fox started meowing for a bit, but it really didn't sound like a cat. So he asked me to meow to attract the cat. Finally, the cat climbed up the tree and I had to grab its hands and pin it against a branch (I didn't want to do this, but was forced to, somehow). .... Well, the cat didn't look like a cute kitty either, more like a wild cat cum demon. It had brown and grey stripes and was rather fat and box-shaped. It's claws cut my hands while I was pinning it down. Then the fox cut the cat's heart out with his knife and ate it. :cold:

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that is disturbing. Cats are symbolic of feminine power and independence and a fox is trying to kill a cat so maybe somoene is threatening your feminine power and independence...but cats have nine lives so that's a good thing. :nod:

Last week I fell asleep during a lecture and had a very bizarre dream. The lecture was an optional one about how the rules of war are changing to better battle insurgency.
Anyway, I fell asleep and in my dream I was watching the Olympics, which aside from being the Olympics (I think I was "watching" cross-country skiing) somehow incorporated what the lecturer was talking about by also being a counter-insurgency competition.
At the same time, in my dream (and thankfully not in real life) I was yelling at the lecturer to shut up since I was trying to watch the Olympics.
Really, who needs hallucinogens when you have dreams?

Last night I dreamt a very varied version of Othello with chicken noodle soup, LGBT rights protests and the summer Olympics. What I remember most was the ending in which for some reason Iago ends up killing Othello in a Escher-like setting, in which afterwards he metamorphises into Richard III and ascends into heaven.

Another funny thing about my dreams is that I dream as through the cinematic medium, that is, I usually dream through the eyes of the camera, with usually rapid Eisenstienian editing and visual symbolization.

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Originally Posted by Shalot

that is disturbing. Cats are symbolic of feminine power and independence and a fox is trying to kill a cat so maybe somoene is threatening your feminine power and independence...but cats have nine lives so that's a good thing. :nod:

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I didn't know that. Thanks Shalot.

I was watching Prison break last night and I dreamt I was in the show trying to break out... I don't think it means anything except maybe read before bedtime so I don't bring a prison to my dreams...

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Originally Posted by Shalot

that is disturbing. Cats are symbolic of feminine power and independence and a fox is trying to kill a cat so maybe somoene is threatening your feminine power and independence...but cats have nine lives so that's a good thing. :nod:

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Hey, I hadn't heard that one before either... Throw in the knife as well and you have got enough to write a thesis on this dream, I think!

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Originally Posted by DanielBenoit

Last night I dreamt a very varied version of Othello with chicken noodle soup, LGBT rights protests and the summer Olympics. What I remember most was the ending in which for some reason Iago ends up killing Othello in a Escher-like setting, in which afterwards he metamorphises into Richard III and ascends into heaven.

Another funny thing about my dreams is that I dream as through the cinematic medium, that is, I usually dream through the eyes of the camera, with usually rapid Eisenstienian editing and visual symbolization.

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Say what?

:p

I dreamed about a post that I put on litnet. It was the Guess the Member thread in the games section. It was a nightmare about that post anyway.
Anyway, the member I was thinking of was TheFifthElement and the second clue i gave was that her lit net name was also a Bruce Willis Movie. However, in my dream I had gotten it totally messed up and given the clues that pertained to some other member and I had gotten confused about who was in the movie clue that I gave...And it was obvious to everyone on LitNet that I was completely retarded but everyone was polite and no one said anything but many PM's were sent about talking about Shalot and her dumb drunk posts again LOL.

See, I used to get real drunk and get on the internet and usually I would log onto lit net and write stupid crap all over the place so I think the dream was about that more than anything else. It's kind of funny that I'm having dreams about my online life. Geez.

Last night I dreamed about folding laundry. I have no idea what this means aside from the fact that apparently I need a more interesting life.

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Originally Posted by Hurricane

Last night I dreamed about folding laundry. I have no idea what this means aside from the fact that apparently I need a more interesting life.

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Clean laundry indicates happiness, and a positive attitude towards life :)

Last night I dreamed that a childhood friend was beating me. WTF?

Not that I'm sure its accurate but here is:

A Dream Directory

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Last night, cute but ferocious animals made of clay with wings were attacking me and my under water tribe of re-animated human corpses (they had no skin, just bones and nerves). It was cool.

I had a dream that dozens of family members that I didn't know at all had visited with ten or eleven prepubescent nine-year olds running around and screaming. Then the adults decided that we should make food for the picnic, so all of the kids got out their blenders and put in whatever food they liked and blended it. I was a bit worried about the one which had mixed meat and milk together.

Suddenly, I found myself in a movie theatre with all of the same obnoxious kids, and we were about to watch Alfred Hitchcock's Vertigo (which always seems to appear in my dreams). At the opening titles (which were quite different from what they really were) the kids started laughing uncontrollably, and I whispered to my mother (who seemed to be next to me) how I felt that I could strangle them.

Then again, suddenly I find myself on my bed crying because Radiohead had come to Green Bay, and as a result has caused a mega-tsunami the size of skyscrapers. I pictured it in my head with the most unbearable dread. The thoughts became so real, that I in fact drowned right there in my bed.

(It is good to note that at the same time this blonde girl whom I happen to know was laying right beside me with a feather in her hands.)

After drowning I found myself on a ship, traveling across the Bay and I was somehow the captain because some much shorter guy kept on coming up to me, asking me what to do. Strangely enough, I was in complete and total control of the ship, and somehow just couldn't get across these little ripples created by the water.

I eventually picked up speed and the ship crashed right into a hotel on mainland (it is worth noting that the hotel had Victorian design and was quite old). I had deliberately done that in order to "end with a bang" and upon emerging from the oddly unscratched ship, the few people who were at the hotel bar (which I had crashed into) cheered for me with tequilas in their hands.

I then was transported back the the theater in which we were watching Vertigo, with those damned kids talking out loud and laughing. I still wanted to strangle them.