Serenity Wrote:I'll give you a dream that will probably scare you
I'm in a kitchen, pink and white tiled, the furniture, pink. The floor, not staright at all, distorted, hilly very round. Think tom and Jerry. The ceiling is the sky and a type of a megenta. The size phases in and out without any notice. I'm with my mom and a monster comes, it looks like this but is pink and white as well to blend in
The kitchen and your mother could be what is normally a comforting and warm environment. The distortion and jarring perspectives could be you seeing a distortion, maybe something you learned warped your view of your childhood. The monster could be a manifestation of said "something."
He bites my mom in half and she runs around with half of her body missing. I fight the cow with a fork and win eventually where the kitchen begins to shatter and break. I'm in a white space covered in blood by the cow fight and transfer into the white ranger. I then battle with my Tiger Zord, that actor who does the blue monsters voice in monsters inc. He beats me and I end up going all kaokain and beat the pineapple out of him. The street sharks showed up with big bird who they kidnapped, they snapped his neck before I unsheathed my sword and pineappleed em up. I woke up all of a sudden after I got bit by one of the sharks.
[color="#cc8899"]The biting in half could represent part of the mother you remember disappearing from your life (personality change, maybe less comforting as you matured and more stern). You never mentioned a cow, but I assume you mean the monster. Shattering the kitchen after defeating the monster/cow could represent some positive aspect of your childhood being negated after accepting a new truth. The white space is the emptiness one feels when something is suddenly taken from them. The White Ranger could be representation of a different positive aspect of your childhood, something you use to escape reality. The Tiger Zord is a figure of empowerment, something that gives you control and a way to fight back. The violent representations of childhood tv shows are warped in the same manner that the kitchen was, tainted by other aspects of childhood being ruined by the new "something."
Just my take, without knowing you or your background or anything else. [/COLOR]
Hi I had a dream last night... It was a rather long and a lucid dream but I need to figure out the last part.
KK So I am in this delivery room (a room rather similiar to a room in a HOUSE episode) and this woman with beautiful curly, shiny, burnette hair is giving birth. The child (girl) was born and it looked like a happy scene but... suddenly...
I got knifed through both lungs and found it very difficult to keep dreaming and I felt myself being tense as well as in some pain. Then through the door I saw a man (guy with short blonde hair) I whom I cannot identify. He was wearing a dark green jacket and asked me something about money which I told him, literally, "LOL What money". The man then proceeds to shoot the four doctors in the room (3 head shots and one doctor in the shoulder). Mean while I was trying to escape the grip of 2 long knife blades that have pierced my lungs and couldnt do it =(. So anyways in what seemed a slow and nightmarish scene the strange man stabs the baby and then takes out a silver swiss army knife (my grand father had one) and slashes the woman.
On the fourth slash I break free from the knife blades and blood spills all over, turn around to knock out punch a well-muscled young black man wearing white formal clothes and some gold bling (cross with jesus but the cross is shape more like the red cross ) then I turn around and the woman shrieks out my name and the word help. I run forward to knock the blonde man down and try to turn around to get a glimpse of the woman's face but I pass out before that and....
End up on a beach at evening, in different clothes yet the different clothes have been ripped in the same place where I have been stabbed, they still have blood marks... So I swim to the beach (gentle free-style stroke) and get up ANNNNNND...
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My alarm beeps.
God damn alarm woke me up before I was able to find out any answers.
Anyways here are the questions I had.
What role was I playing in relation to the woman and the baby?
In the dream I received a phone call that asked me that I needed to be in the City Hospital delivery room 16A(<- This number feels oddly significant for some unknown reason).
Why the pineapple did a psychotic man burst through the door and asked me about money.
I just dunno. He ruined a perfectly good occasion of the birth of a baby
and....
Who was the damn woman? The hair is the only thing I saw in the dream. I can bring this down to 4 candidates but idk. The voice sounds familiar too but again idk.
And since this was a lucid dream I should have walked in and looked at the betch the first thing I did but no I decided to just stand and sit behind the bed because in the dream I had been awake trying to finish several errands over the course of an entire day and just felt tired and wanted to sit down. Oh and I think I should have actually shot the bastard in the green jacket. (In lucid dreams I have done this to bad guys before; generate some kind of weapon out of no where and take em out.)
So uhh yea I took time to type this out... Please analyze my dream.
Well, I don't normally recall any dreams I have. When I do it is an odd occurrence. Last night I actually recalled what I dreamed of and it kind of disturbs me, to be honest.
I am in the car with my dad traveling down a 3-lane road(left turn lane in center). He is driving normally, eyes on the road, while I do what I always do, which is watch other cars/drivers. As we continue driving I notice that about a mile ahead a car is approaching in its appropriate lane. There is also a car in a driveway. The car in the driveway pulls straight out into the road and I witness it being plowed over by the other car(I believe it was a large truck). Oddly, it seems my dad does not notice this event and drives right by. I, however, am struck quite profoundly by it and reach for his cell phone. I proceed to dial 911 to report the accident. He immediately questions why I am using his phone. I explain that I am going to report the accident. He responds, "Huh, what accident?" The call connects and begin detailing the event to the dispatcher. He seems completely fed up that I am reporting an accident that has never occurred. As if he somehow knows that I am making things up. I decide not to argue, yet to plead that he sends someone out just to make sure no one was injured. He, however, curses then hangs up. The dream here begins to end with me sitting in our car feeling completely helpless and as if I have no use in life, with a great fog enveloping me.
2009-09-13, 03:55 PM (This post was last modified: 2009-09-13, 03:59 PM by Russt.)
So lately I've been having odd dreams that involve me inside games. Yesterday it was Bomberman, and the day before was some FPS game. Both times, I was somewhere in between the point of view of a player (looking at a screen, bird's eye view for Bomberman) and the character I controlled. It's odd to explain, but it started game-like and gradually became more first-person as I went along.
In the first one (shooter), I was in some sort of warehouse, at night, hiding behind some crates with others on my side, and shooting at some unknown enemy. After a while of this, my allies disappeared (they seem to have just vanished one by one, or escaped) and I suddenly had no gun. This happened at about the time the dream was transitioning into first-person. I started running. I went through a door into another part of the building, which was exactly like my house but with the walls all dark gray/black, everything was black and white. I hid in my parents' bathroom, and that's when I woke up.
The Bomberman one was a little more vague. I remember the map had no edges, and the floor and sky were pitch-black, but the stone tiles stood out in color. At first it was just Bomberman as usual, but again the dream began transitioning into 3D, and then into first-person. As it was doing this, it gradually stopped occurring to me to use bombs, and I instead kept going left, away from the others. I was about a screen length away when the dream ended.
Oddly enough, in this second dream, I kept alternating between top view and first-person view even to the end of the dream - that's how I could determine I was a screen length away.
2009-09-14, 07:01 PM (This post was last modified: 2009-09-14, 08:05 PM by OhYumey.)
I woke up at 4:37 a.m. with a bloody nose.
Then I woke up at 6:00-ish a.m. when it started bleeding again.
I fell asleep at 6:14 a.m.
pt.1.
I was at "-"'s campus. For some reason, I was being chased by southperrians. I don't know how I know, but I know. >:L Anyway..
People were chasing me up and down the stairs with a frisbee that I could somehow use as a counterattack, but it didn't work. And then, just as soon as they (or you?) were about to catch me, I escaped.
pt.2
In a seemingly split-second gap, I ended up at the library with my friends.
It was lunchtiem, apparently, and I was about to dig into a pound of mashed potatoes with some red grapes.
pt.3
I was in my house, swinging on the strings for the window slats with my sister. I don't know how, or why. AND THEN
I saw a cat. I called my dog over, 'cause, I like to make her bark at cats. :l She's tiny, so she's not much of a challenger to them. But the cat disappeared! and turned into a white labrador with a bandanna around its neck. Then 3 more cats appear, and I mysteriously forget about my dog. All of a sudden, an odd woman with a cat mask and a man with a dog mask appear(Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island!) , and start talking about secret plans. They get a whole lot of people and have their own party in my backyard(..). While everyone's partying and eating watermelon, they look at the windows, but by this time I've hidden myself from view. Then they start talking about their secrets again.
A robust serpent appeared and dove into the sea. It stabbed an apple with its broad sword and then fired rounds from his shiny, black, imposing handgun.
Lessee. Both these dreams happened the other night.
Dream 1 - I had spider-man like powers. I freaking did whatever I wanted, and then everyone hated me for some reason except this girl. I lived in a clocktower, but then the girl went evil on me and ratted me out. I then spent the rest of my dream trying to be an underwater spiderman in the middle of a lake to hide.
Dream 2 - A girl I haven't seen for years was all the sudden in my choir class, sitting right next to me. That was pretty much it.
I also refuse to believe that dreams have a deep, symbolic meaning. It's just childish. Even ze great Sigmund Frued, who did believe that dreams had a deep symbolic meaning, said "sometimes, a cigar is just a cigar." Dreams, zey mean nothing! They can be interpreted anyway one wishes.
I usually never get any dreams because I don't sleep that much. I heard that you only dream when you sleep more than you need to. Anyways today I got dream despite that I didn't sleep that much. I went to bed at 2am last night, I have an assignment due today morning before 8:30am, if I hand in late I'll get 0. Yesterday, I told my roomate to knock on my door when he wakes up to wake me up, so that I won't oversleep.
So my dream was that I woke up at around 8:15am in the morning, it would take me 15min to walk to class, throughout my entire dream and I was thinking of ways to make it on time like stealing some1's bike (later got caught) or running across the red traffic light (get hit by a car) and some other stuff I forgot. until finally my roomate woke me up at 7am in the morning, and I hand in my assignment on time
