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    Default Kyuuei's Dream Journal

    I decided I'd start this.. go back and analyze, or at least record, old dreams. Put more detail into the ones I do record.. etc.

    I think I'm keeping any X-rated dreams out of here and I definitely don't have a dream to record this instant. but I will describe previous ones so I feel like I did them justice in one way or another.
    Kantgirl: Just say "I'm feminine and I'll punch anyone who says otherwise!"
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    Quote Originally Posted by kyuuei View Post
    I think I'm keeping any X-rated dreams out of here
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    ^ +1


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    You silly-heads!! .. Mebbe

    Anyways. I thought I'd start by trying to go back and redescribing things more. I lacked detail, I lacked everything when I recorded these.. I just wrote them down quickly because it was so vivid. I got told that both were extremely creepy or out of sorts.

    Taken from page 73 of my blog.

    I couldn't see myself as I was first person in this dream, and I was looking for my place. It was an outdoor ceremony. It was a military like setting, but this was fantasy, so the uniforms and styles were all different. Everyone was dressed in white almost sailor-like uniforms. They were talking, gabbing, and sitting at their places at the tables and chairs set up around the stage. The stage was to my left on a beautiful green hill with trees all around the area and a village full of odd-and-end houses around it. Like if Dr. Seuss was coming down off of an acid trip while drawing them.. odd, but still sorta normal-esque. There was a narrow walkway close to a man-made river that cut off the ceremony from the other side of the town, though the town runs along both sides of the river. It was almost like a welcome home ceremony, everyone had people there they knew, and memory books I can only assume at their places as keepsakes. I was looking for my book. I don't know why, but there was something that felt like I should want my book badly and sit down at my place, so I asked around, and every spot I went to that was vacant had names written in it and it wasn't mine.

    I got distracted looking for it by a squirrel. This is the first time I've dreamt of a squirrel. It was really friendly-seeming, and came right up to me and perched on my shoulder. It was abnormally large for a squirrel, about the size of a cat, but I didn't seem to notice this for some reason right away.

    My mother came along. It didn't look like her in the dream, but I knew it was her, with my two smallest dogs tagging along behind her. She was walking a bit of a distance from me and the clearing along the town's road.. She never stopped to look at me, she seemed happy, and seemed almost like a ghost enjoying her stroll down the roadside. She was brighter in color, and I remember watching her walk along without ever bothering to try and make contact with her. Before I knew it, Lil bit, one of my dogs very attached to me, got so angry at the sight of the squirrel on my shoulder. She was jumping and snapping at it, and I was trying to tell my dog to stop that it was just a squirrel. The squirrel is defensive and ends up digging it's claws into me, and chattering at the dog before it uses me to fling off onto the ground for a running headstart, and my dog chases. I can remember feeling the claw marks on my body.. I really felt like claws were digging into my skin. The squirrel in a flash went in and out of an abandoned dusty house, the squirrel onto the roof now; lil bit was on a pile of miscellaneous shit on the side of the house trying to bark at it still. A larger dog, not mine but friends of my dogs that I "know" to be nice ended up joining in, and the pile of stuff the dogs were standing on collapsed, and the large dog was injured and limping.. lil bit seemed disoriented but fine.

    I seem unconcerned for my dog for some reason, and I still need to find my book. I went to opening one of the books at a table that was vacant, and when I read the name--I realized for some reason I needed to hide RIGHT then. Like the name itself was enough for me to know that my life was imminent danger, like if I didn't find a place right then I would surely perish. I see a building in my sprint down the lane, and I know what it is and my stomach tightens but I weigh the option of my life being in danger there and out here. I don't know what sort of danger I must have been in when I reflect on it, but to make myself choose an entrapment for demons over anything else. it must have been bad.. So I ran into a building where I would buy myself some time..

    Even when first walking in, disturbing thoughts and images were really going through my head, and I couldn't see the way that is normal. When I opened the door it was hot, humid, rancid and the heavy atmosphere hit my body like a ton of sandbags. My eyes were seizuring just about, it didn't matter if they were opened or closed. Metallic clanking, the sound of high-pressured water showering down, and demonic moaning and the sound of tension were flooding my ears, my eyes were flashing between images I would never conjure of my own free will, and glimpses of the place I was in. It was dark, there was blood everywhere. There was screaming in the distance, and the place inside was obviously much bigger than the small enclosure it seemed to be outside. It looked like just a small shed-like house on the outside with two doors and no windows, but inside it was like I warped into another place entirely. The long hallway to my left led to the second door. My senses were distorted with the mere presence of the evil being contained in here, but I snapped to enough sense to realize the water was coming from three shower booths to my immediate right. Boiling water was slamming down behind shower doors cloudy with old blood, new blood, and filth, but they were still translucent enough for me to tell there were being behind them. What awoke me from my misery standing in this damned place was that the door all snapped open at once. I immediately ran for the door I believed to be the exit in the fastest sprint my body had ever delivered. I didn't know the place I was running toward to lead me outside, I could only think of running for my life and being anywhere but in that particular spot, and I could tell these demons were right behind me. I could hear their multiple tromps on the ground, and hear their absurd cries for me. One in particular had already caught up to me and I could see it's mouth opening to clasp onto my arm. At this same moment, I slammed into the doorway with my entire body's force and fell outside, my body spiraling 180 degrees so I'd land on my back, the demon falling outside as well with it's sickening mouth with rows of long, sharp teeth leading the way. The moment the moonlight touched it, the details of it started to turn to dust, it's teeth included. The demon landed on top of me, it's mouth planted firmly on my right arm, but with no teeth to do any real damage. It melted instantly into sand, and then mist, and then nothing. I was horrified, and something in me "knew" that if I had been bitten by it's teeth I would have been damned. That I'd be stuck in that place forever with those things, being ripped apart until I was so absorbed in pain and rage that I became one of them. The rest of the being had haulted in time, and the door slammed shut.

    The feelings of the building lingered on me. My eyes cleared first, the quick images, flashes of insanity faded and I could tell I was in another part of the town entirely, away from the ceremony. It was difficult to think, breathe, or move or anything in there, the entire place was unnatural and dangerous, and although I got myself up to my feet, remembered I was still in danger, and was able to breathe properly and smell the sweeter lighter air outside, my arm smarted with a burning sensation from being touched by the demon and my mind felt disoriented and tampered with for the rest of the dream. Adrenaline seemed to guide my senses into something sharper for the moment though, as I didn't have much time to think.

    My arm burning something fierce reminded me that I needed to hide still, so craddling it, I ran to my own home.. which for some reason I referred to in my head as my father's, though it looks nothing like any house I have ever been in. I thought myself safe for a moment, and walked down a U-shaped hallway in my house after going up a few floors, and upon flipping the corner I heard conversation. I got a glimpse of him, with a female companion. I couldn't see her, but he was really tall, built, in military clothing, and had a blue face with spikey fringe (not hair.. like thick extensions of his head.) with scarring along his eye. He mentioned my name, but it wasn't my irl one, and whatever he said confirmed he was after me in a malicious way and was a big part of the reason I was in danger. I think he heard me panting or breathing, because he stoppe the conversation a moment and I heard footsteps running down the hall to catch up to me. I stopped trying to be sneaky and sprinted into the nearest doorway and shut it. The room looked like a flashback to the 70's, with old tan-and-black woven furniture with an old television infront of it with static on, but otherwise dark. I paid little mind to this and I ran past the ominous TV to another door, and opened it up to find a closet.

    I was a dismayed. I thought for sure this was it for me, there was no where to hide. I closed this door, and fumbled around the closet to find something in it to hide behind. My arm was killing me. I reached up and found a door knob. Confused, I opened a darker door, and it was a small empty closet within a closet with just enough room for my to slouch in, and entered, closing it behind me.. and sank down. I was weary from my arm's blight, and I just closed my eyes and waited for my doom to come for me. I'd done all I could.

    The door to the bigger closet opened, I heard.. shuffling, angry words, stuff being thrown, and while I waited for the doorknob holding me to be turned and opened, I was instead greeted by the door to the bigger closet being slammed shut. I waited still, as I was confused and too terrified to open the door. I didn't have to though, the wall behind me opened. It was apparently a door as well, and bright yellow light filled the room and I was in the watercloset of a stranger's place. The person who opened the door was a short, beautiful tanned woman in white, and she gasped softly and helped me stand. I realized then that I was in a different house. With the lack of adrenaline I was agin disoriented and confused, like someone working on too little sleep. She rushed out of her bathroom's closet, and the shower was on so I started immediately gravitated toward it. I stood in the water a few moments and I suppose she realized where I went and guided me into the bathtub filling with water. There were blue and purple plastic bottles emptied of contents, as if done in a rush, floating in the water. I settled into it and ducked under like I knew what I was doing with her guidance, but felt lost as to why and too disoriented to argue. I tried to hold my breath, and I could feel my lungs burning from doing so.. I tried to breathe slightly, and found I could in the water.. I could hear sounds of a door beating down, of conflict and fight all muffled by the water, and then I wasn't there anymore, all the noise stopped.. but I knew the woman had bought me the time I needed to leave that place.

    ... I woke up in my bed, drenched in sweat with my sides tingling from claw marks, feeling extremely disoriented, and my arm tingling from feeling like it was burning and panting as if I had been holding my breath and running a lot.
    Kantgirl: Just say "I'm feminine and I'll punch anyone who says otherwise!"
    Halla74: Think your way through the world. Feel your way through life.

    Cimarron: maybe Prpl will be your girl-bud
    prplchknz: i don't like it

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    I like the drenched in sweat part. Now we're getting somewhere.
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    I had a very odd dream last night.

    I was in a car with my family on the way to a beach. It was cloudy and borderline rainy weather, but it was hot outside. We stop and park the car next to the water, and it's my dad, mom, brother, sister, and me. My baby sister isn't there for some reason, or at least I cannot recall her.

    We're headed to a small shack-like gas station minus the gas on foot, which is on the land just across from this small rickety old bridge that looks like it'd bust any moment and was slumping just slightly into the water. I saw the portion of it that mechanically opens for small boats to cross through and wondered what the use of that was.

    When we get to the shack there's a place to dry off before you enter the store but no door separating those two areas. My sister immediately goes to the complimentary shower stalls there and proceeds to shower but forgets to close the curtain behind her! So I rush over there and do it for her.

    My mom and dad are shopping and my brother and I crack jokes about the bridge, and then I decide I'll shower as soon as my sister's out. I forget to draw the curtain close, and I'm not sure why as that'd be the first thing I'd notice outside of dream world.

    After said shower we're on our way out and this woman comes in taking care of like 13 life skills children in wheel chairs. My brother and I are waiting in the exit area for the rest of my family, but my parents are taking forever, and I say, "Well, screw the beach, we can't even get past the shop!" and my siblings laugh. My parents finally emerge yelling at us for complaining and when I get outside it's raining something fierce.

    We all proceed to the beach as if it were a sunny warm day and play in the rain and water, and that's when I wake up.

    Kantgirl: Just say "I'm feminine and I'll punch anyone who says otherwise!"
    Halla74: Think your way through the world. Feel your way through life.

    Cimarron: maybe Prpl will be your girl-bud
    prplchknz: i don't like it

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    Hmmm, maybe there is something that you need to see grow or nurtured? Or that requires help or encouragement to others?
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    ^ Mayhap. I love to hear people's interpretation of dreams. I'll go through later and re-write some other reoccuring ones.
    Kantgirl: Just say "I'm feminine and I'll punch anyone who says otherwise!"
    Halla74: Think your way through the world. Feel your way through life.

    Cimarron: maybe Prpl will be your girl-bud
    prplchknz: i don't like it

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    Yeah, it's so interesting to analyze dreams. I try to interpret them all the time. Sometimes I don't remember some of my dreams then, it comes to mind later on in the day or even a couple of days later.

    I was also thinking that the children could be a reflection of you at a different point of your life. A vulnerable time?

    ^^ I am just trying to think of different possible perspectives. I'm probably completely off.
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    Hm. You make an interesting point on the vulnerable portion of it.

    I thought I'd describe a couple reoccuring dreams. Both of these have sharks involved.

    The first one, I start out first person. I'm in an ocean of sorts.. Like if I were in the middle of the pacific. Below me is miles and miles of nothing, and the faint darkness of the deep below can be seen spanning for miles. I look above me and an impossible amount of distance above I can see the faint twinkling of the sun on the surface. It's like I'm in the middle of space, but in water. The current is shifting forward, but I seem to be remaining. I come to realization that I'm naked (I'm naked in many of my dreams I'm sure this is due to the fact that I think of myself in the nude. I never put clothing on my body when I think of myself.) but this doesn't exactly bother me. I can't breathe, but I don't feel the need to.. as if I'd just taken in a big gulp of air and feel content. Suddenly I can see myself from a third person view.. and the "camera" jolts back and I can see just how small I really am in this huge abyss of water. It's so serene and blue, there's not a single other being around me.. at least that I could see. This part of the dream will last for what seems like hours.. Eventually, I noticed that the background behind me is whiter than the rest of the blue, growing in size. There's no moving, or even attempting to. The background jolts open with a blinding speed, and I realize the background is actually the front body of a shark with a size that's incomprehensible. The rows and rows of teeth and the black shadow of it's mouth are right infront of me, and I couldn't even begin to react if I wanted to. The entire background, the span of miles in either direction is a gaping mouth that's come to swallow me up in it. So I just float there and don't react to it at all, and watch the teeth slam down and engulf me. I wake up after this.

    Another one is where I'm in a swampy bog of sorts. I'm playing with friends in the murky water, and we're having a jolly old time climbing trees, jumping in the water, and laughing. Suddenly, a friend of mine will scream in terror and point to the infamous fin in the water. I call my friends over to the biggest tree there, which I am near.. but I'm shoving my friends up it as fast as I can. (Or sometimes.. I'll be out farthest from the tree, and my friends are calling me to hurry to it.) Either way, by the time the fin gets close enough to attack I don't have time to climb the tree to escape. The shark will leap out of the water, and slam it's entire weight on me. I usually wake up just as it makes impact, and my body will tingle something fierce and I usually feel like the breath's been knocked out of me for a few moments while I try to recover and comprehend that I'm in my bed again.
    Kantgirl: Just say "I'm feminine and I'll punch anyone who says otherwise!"
    Halla74: Think your way through the world. Feel your way through life.

    Cimarron: maybe Prpl will be your girl-bud
    prplchknz: i don't like it

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