Littleclaypot
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Yes, finally. LOL
I dream alot. And I usually remember alot of it upon waking but need to write it down real quick before I forget if it's in any slightest bit interesting. They're a bit fantastical but I believe they often hold alot of importance so I need to record them to see the potential subconscious symbolism in it for whatever I may be dealing with from within.
Closest thing I have to nightmares are being trapped (in a car falling off a bridge into a body of water unable to get out) or being shot at and attacked. Having to violently fight back to survive... Strange thing is I rarely ever feel any fear from them. Then there's zombies... That actually does unnerve me. The animalistic inhumaness I can't stand whether literal or figuratively... But I still fight back because I'm crazy.
I remembered it today.
I was in a horror house.. On my own, I'm sleeping 😴 and i try not to be afraid.. And then, there's these weird people around me they're creating drama all around me.. They're fighting ghosts they're talking about the hunted house.. I still try to remain calm and i actually hid myself into some safe spot because there's monsters during the night that's roaming. XD
Until i remembered we went outside the hunted house and I'm playing on the swing.. I play it very very high. But I'm actually concerned because on the back of me is a road that people passes by.. I'm concerned that i might hit people while I'm playing my swing real hard..
Thats all i can remember..
I think there's psychological explanation for this.. Anyone can interpret it? XD
I think our dreams reflect our frustrations, inner self.. Sort of like that. Well that's one of my friend told me.. So i guess our dreams kinda reflect on what's we're facing or what is our feelings in the real world.
Yes i think so too. I've also read that dreams can actually predict the future or solve your problems..Horror house. Sleeping. People creating drama, fighting ghosts in it.
Translation: The house is the world full of horrors, and struggles and the reason it's a house is because it's a space you are enclosed within and cramped up in. A world by perception. The people in it are those that also struggle and fight through it. You hid yourself from that drama. The swing ... different setting. In this your focus is not on the struggles but having fun outside of that stress, but in having that fun time at the same time you are afraid you will knock others off balance? Or it's how even in fun that subconscious concern or worry always lingers.
Pff. Probably way off... I tried. Fun to guess.
Update: I looked up ghosts in dreams. It is supposedly a disconnection of self or the world. I think I kind of alluded that though. I've never heard of swinging across a road though nor can I quite find the results.
I agree. I've figured out a lot of mine were, and sometimes they've even told the future on occasion if something personal is about to happen.. at least in my case. For the most part though they're symbolic of self in general.
Do the dreams ever predict the future?
Holy crap, new forum layout. I'm not sure I like this, at least on mobile. (I feel like I've commented this before.)
Since before finals, I've been having a hard time remembering my dreams. They're probably very ordinary at this point, but I do remember at least one dream that involved flying, at least for a short while, but that was the only thing I could really remember so that was all I could write down. But often these days and I'm too busy fighting my alarms (I'm trying to adjust my sleep cycle so that I'm getting up and going to bed earlier) to write my dreams.
Edit: apparently April was a very good month for dreaming for me. I have multi paragraph entries in my dream journal for April, but like none for May. A few dreams, yes, but not very detailed, especially compared to April.
One of the things I occasionally dream about are common everyday items that are oddly sized. For example, in one dream I borrowed a pair of goggles from a guy, and when I went to return them to him (after earlier losing them and then more dream occurring) they were the size of goggles you might put on a Barbie doll.
Use the mobile theme.
I have been in love with dreaming since I was 3 or 4 years old. In one of those, it was a nightmare about a woman in a wheelchair at the top of some stairs. My dad turned his eyelids inside out. I used to remember a lot more about it but have long since forgotten. When I was a kid, I told my parents about it and they remembered the lady and where we were in the dream, which is the only reason I know how old I was lol
Then, in kindergarten, I dreamed I was laying in my bed sound asleep. There were cartoon thought bubbles above me... which held images of me laying in my bed sound asleep with thought bubbles above me
The image continued until the images were too small to make out.
These last few months have largely been a dreaming desert. There have been a few great ones, but nothing like the ones I’m used to. I love my dreams so much because it’s a life I’d never “dream†of having (sorry. Couldn’t help myself )
I love scary dreams. Zombie dreams are a weekly occurrence thanks to being (formerly) addicted to the game 7 Days to Die. Flying dreams are my favorites.
I tried to get into lucid dreaming, but it requires way too much work and dedication. I also enjoy trying to decipher what’s going on in my subconscious (sp). To an extent. Once I hit my teens, I made a deal with my brain: ‘If you want me to understand what the heck you’re trying to say, tell it to me straight. I don’t understand all that symbolic crap.’
The crap I referred to:I had an intense dream. I was flying. As per usual, back then, I was terrified of flying above the tree tops. A strong gust of wind forced me above them, however, and I tumbled powerless through the sky. Next thing I knew, I was surrounded by gray. I took it to mean I was inside a cloud.
Before me stood a man in a hooded robe. The hood came down low. His face was a shadow. He told me: “Fly, fly my child. Fly into the heavens once. Not one time more, not one time less. Just fly. Learn to control, your inner dreams for one day you may control your outer dreams.†He then said numbers I’ve long since forgotten, followed by “wake.â€
I took the numbers to be days. I counted them out and it turned out to be Christmas Eve. I don’t know why, but I was certain I would die that day (half a year away). Then I thought it would be months, but I knew I’d drive myself bananas if I kept trying to connect the dream to RL. So, I made that deal with myself and ever since then my dreams have been mostly straight forward (or, at least, easily decipherable lol).
Hehe, I love your interpretation. It very well may have been true too. I was an exceptionally lost, troubled, and overly sensitive child.
When I was in my 20’s, I finally “flew into the heavens†(space). Nothing spectacular happened lol, but space dreams have become some of my favorites.
Though it should be noted that, even though I’m now 45 years old, and I’ve had countless flying dreams, I still get nervous about going above the tree line. Except, now it’s mostly the power lines I’m worried about lol
Also, the guy in my dream came to be very important to me. I named him Jeff Tasin and I wrote 2 novellas in Middle then High School ... all because of that dream. He showed up in several other dreams, though, to help the stories along. Once I wrote my stories, he disappeared forever