Forgive me for my last topic, a light-hearted dream that puzzled all. But now, I come to you, with a serious face. I have a dream that concerns me. Yes, it may be related to Jae [the guy I like] or to relationships as a whole. But I am suspicious it relates to relationships. But the symbols confuse me and are of no personal importance that could add onto the list of interpretations of symbols.

I'll fetch the background from last thread, ask me anything at all if I am still to vague. Please, I'm begging for clarification. As of today, my life's taken a roller coaster, possible for a good long while.

"I'm a 16 year old sophmore in a very stressful program, IB [you can goggle it if you want, and like most of the inhabitants to the program, can't spell it without acronyms]. I like Jae, this senior who'll be graduating, and well, part of me wants to confess to him, but I'm scared like **** to try. I'm an only child so the closest thing to siblings are my classmates, we live like a crazy family, and are otherwise independent. I take Fast Track; two math courses over two hours. Algebra 2 first semester, Pre-Cal second semester, I'm having some trouble at Pre-Cal, both Jae and Tiger are like math gods, they take Higher Level math and are great with these things. I spend many hours working/studying/sleeping [on weekends] and well, I can't think of anything else to add in, so if you want something specific about me, that'll require another question."

Cruddy sleep, five hours [barely], and it wasn't enough to have a good dream, just as the dream was getting good, my alarm woke me up. Expect tomorrow's entry to be as bad, if not, worse.

Villa- It started with me sitting on my bed, working. My dad was helping me with my technical-technology issue. He took out my useless spare keyboard, took my old computer and monitor, then my TV and laptop. Well, as one might expect, when I realized all this was gone -I was left with an empty entrainment system and an almost clean computer desk- I was in mild shock. What?!? Only mild?!? Well, the dream me is serene at the weirdest times.

Just when I do begin to warm up to it, mainly because I needed my laptop for work, my Kuya's friend comes in saying he brought a friend over. I immediately cheered, until I saw how shy this guy was. He had to be at least 19, long (for a guy) brown hair, all tense from his nervousness.

Well, we ended up going outside together and kind of traveling around a town surrounded by a forest. [I miss that dreamsign exactly because I love forests too much.] Anyways, we traveled around, looking for a place to get to know each other better, he was slowly warming up to me.

While he rode around, sometimes of horseback, other times on motorcycle, I watched from above, as if staring into an all-seeing basin of water.

He found a Villa and took me with him. It was large enough to house a village, and he knew the owners, some rich old lady who appeared to know him well. I felt awkward going to some random person's house, and now it was my turn to be self-conscious. I found this bandage on my right foot, it was stained. Not in blood, but a dark puddle near the sole. Ink? Dirt? I didn't know but it slipped off and I didn't know what I did next, but I woke up soon after.

I'm kind of worried of what it may mean.... I might post this on the interpretation section, as a serious interpretation, I can tell it has real meaning, but not sure as to what.

Quote from: Lucidbulbs on April 10, 2008, 10:36:38 PM It started with me sitting on my bed, working. My dad was helping me with my technical-technology issue. He took out my useless spare keyboard, took my old computer and monitor, then my TV and laptop. Well, as one might expect, when I realized all this was gone -I was left with an empty entrainment system and an almost clean computer desk- I was in mild shock. What?!? Only mild?!? Well, the dream me is serene at the weirdest times. How is your relationship with your folks?  I see this as some authority figure (not necessarily parents) who is supposed to be helpful to you in reality making things more difficult.  Your calmness in the face of this is possibly your resignation to the situation - it is just something you expect and have come to live with.

QuoteJust when I do begin to warm up to it, mainly because I needed my laptop for work, my Kuya's friend comes in saying he brought a friend over. I immediately cheered, until I saw how shy this guy was. He had to be at least 19, long (for a guy) brown hair, all tense from his nervousness. A new situation enters your life - something that you aren't so sure about now even though you were enthusiastic about it before it actually happened or started happening.  Possibly a situation that you thought you were going to fit right into easily, but then found out was more complicated than you expected?

QuoteWell, we ended up going outside together and kind of traveling around a town surrounded by a forest. [I miss that dreamsign exactly because I love forests too much.] Anyways, we traveled around, looking for a place to get to know each other better, he was slowly warming up to me. You haven't given up on the situation - you are taking the steps to find your way in it and trying to ascertain how you really feel about it.  You've decided to give it a chance.

QuoteWhile he rode around, sometimes of horseback, other times on motorcycle, I watched from above, as if staring into an all-seeing basin of water. Your omniscient point of view reaffirms your wanting to evaluate things as objectively as possible.  You're trying to figure things out before getting emotionally involved, even though there is a lot going on and it would be easy to do so.

QuoteHe found a Villa and took me with him. It was large enough to house a village, and he knew the owners, some rich old lady who appeared to know him well. I felt awkward going to some random person's house, and now it was my turn to be self-conscious. I found this bandage on my right foot, it was stained. Not in blood, but a dark puddle near the sole. Ink? Dirt? I didn't know but it slipped off and I didn't know what I did next, but I woke up soon after.

You find that the situation isn't quite what you expected, though now you are committed at least enough to be extending yourself into a situation you otherwise might not be comfortable with.  Once you crossed that threshold you regretted it - but had already left your mark in some way that can no longer easily be removed, ignored or erased.

Recap/conclusion - something in your life is changing.  You anticipated this change with enthusiasm, then wasn't so sure but went along anyway, trying to be objective about it.  This ended up going further than you expected and then you regretted it.

That's my read.

Wow pj, I think that's magical. There's one thing that I can say really seems to be something that it's related to, and that's the thing most teenage drama is made up of, relationships. Not to say that I'm in one [for that'd be such a lie], but when you like someone, it's hard not to be enthusiastic over it. But then, when things go on as you nervously trudge along, it does hurt. I think this dream was a warning of what I was leading myself into, something that ended my day as that dream, bitter-sweetness.

Well, it could be something else, but that's what's been on my mind most of this week. I guess there's no harm being open about it, everyone on MM is so nice and open, why shan't I be too?

I used to do a lot of dream interpreting, but it is very challenging with people I don't know really well.  I do enjoy doing it, but it's time consuming and I don't have a lot of that right now.

It is a powerful way to get to know somebody.  Thank you for being open about it, and for the opportunity to stretch my legs a bit, as it were.

I have to confess to not knowing all the terminology you use - presumably it's a USian-Brit translation issue.

The thing to remember about dream interpretation is that one person's meaning for an aspect of a dream is different from another's.  However cultural "archetypes" mean that some dream symbols are reasonably consistent from person to person if their cultures are close enough together.  So, do not take anything as "truth", rather just a suggestion for you to go and play around with.

First, the technology.  To me, that suggests our sense of sophistication and mental ability.  For your father to take that away could mean that you found that part of you dominated by your father.  Or it could be your "internalised" father, or your sense of morality, values, rationality etc.  In which case perhaps you feel that it's not your role to be technically sophistated?

Your dream partner here is your sense of male-ness, or one aspect of it.  "He" appears shy but otherwise easy-going.  Sounds like he's looking for a purpose in your life?

The old lady sounds like the archetypal "Queen" character which (according to Jung) is an aspect of our mother we internalise.  How did you feel about her?  And her relationship with "him"?  You say you were self-conscious.  Sounds like you did not feel welcomed by this lady.  Found her perhaps a little cold.

The last part, the bandaged foot, is more intriguing.  Frankly I don't know what this could mean.  Wounded yet not wounded?

I won't try and join up the thinking here as nothing really seems obvious to me.  But it may help you to think about what the various symbolism may mean for you.  In general I believe we often meet the same DCs only in different guises.  You may not meet "him" again looking like he did in this dream but I have no doubt "he" will re-appear looking different or even disguised as someone you already know.  As you learn more about "him" you'll be able to get an idea of your masculine side, which will help you with relationships IRL.

And the same goes for the old lady.  You'll probably see less of "her" (in my experience) but again, your inner sense of feminine authority can equally be integrated into your waking life.

Quote from: Burned up on April 12, 2008, 04:23:24 PMThe old lady sounds like the archetypal "Queen" character which (according to Jung) is an aspect of our mother we internalise.  How did you feel about her?  And her relationship with "him"?  You say you were self-conscious.  Sounds like you did not feel welcomed by this lady.  Found her perhaps a little cold. Thanks BU, I know the terminology is different, especially when referring to secondary/high school. I wasn't actually unwelcomed by her, more like, she welcomed me, but I was stiff and uncertain towards it.

"He" is a first, or maybe, it's a first in awhile that he's been shy. I understand that concept, being a skimmer in interpretations [I still can remember water, death, and a few other symbols right off the bat] and such [well, this concept I learned from reading your interpretations elsewhere]. I do wonder when "he" will pop up again, since in my dreams men are more likely to show up than women [albeit close female friends].

Thanks again BU, I'll take your words as they not and not "Truths" as you warned me of.

Your dream while lengthy in description simply reveals your current emotional/sexual focus and your underlying need to meet your parent's expectations of you, both of which are in conflict with each other. The dream's message is your inability to resolve the conflict.

Quote from: pj on September 15, 2013, 05:04:50 PMWolvendeer hasn't been around here in a while - perhaps your post in this thread will draw him back.

Thank you!

Indeed!  Thanks.  First, welcome to Mortal Mist!  If you post your dream here, we'll try to see what feedback we can give you on it.

I'm 32 years old female and I'm having a dreams about sex very often. It's happening about 4-5 times a week. I'm normal person, but I believe that's not the normal think. Do you think there is something wrong with me?

No not really, why dont you enjoy it? I mean there are many people who envy you for that

It means you're a horny pervert! ha.

Just teasing, though I doubt you will ever see this post anyways. Nothing wrong with being a horny perv, I think most are. It's perfectly normal as long as you're not doing anything immoral and illegal/ hurting anyone. Still teasing, half teasing because it's true.

I think most of us wish we had more fun sex dreams. Though I admit to being a little confused about the topic, says dreams about love. Are we talking about dreams about love? Or fucking in dreams?  Or having loving sex dreams?  Maybe it's just because I'm male. Or because I'm more than a little psychologically messed up when it comes to relationships because of having nothing but bad experiences.  But when I'm dreaming of love it's generally not sexual. The sex dreams are usually just pervy sex for fun.

Maybe you're just not getting enough good sex in waking life, or not masturbating enough/orgasms.  Because the body hungers for it. Just like if you are starving from not eating, you're going to start having a lot of vivid dreams about eating food... Same thing with sex.

Sometimes I want to refrain from orgasms so I can have more fun that way in my dreams, but if I do that it gets pretty difficult to concentrate on much of anything else...

Hello all. I was just wondering if you're having dreams that are related to the current Covid/Corona Pandemic. If so, give them a share here? It would be interesting to see how the current global panic is affecting the dreaming mind.

I haven't had any outright CV Dreams yet. But I do feel like one, about drawing numbers out of a container and giving them to people, has something to do with it. I don't know how, just feels that way.

I had a really bizarre dream where the world was violently ripped apart around me and then reformed itself into this weird other worldly, other dimensional kind of place. I have no idea if it was related or not though. Maybe.

I might end up having more of them now that it's become real here, and my job has been compromised. And just sitting in my own little personal survival apocalyptic isolation waiting to see what happens next. Will it blow over before I run out of money and supplies, or just keep getting worse and become even more real? Time will tell.

I didn't have much recall last night. Woke up for a little WBTB and was planning to go back to sleep for another five six hours before work but then found out I'm probably not going to be going back to work (At least not to my current job) until this blows over. So went shopping for food and supplies instead of going back to sleep. At least not yet. I'll probably go back for a nice long nap pretty soon.

For the time being I'm fine. I have enough food to last a month or two, I think. A couple hundred in cash and some savings in the back to get by for a while if I have to.

How are things where you're at?

Holding together here. On top of, or underneath of, this pandemic stuff are a bunch of other issues we're dealing with too.

I saw an article somewhere, probably IASD facebook page, that they're looking for pandemic dreamers for some kind of research if anyone is interested.

Also, I had a kind of cool dream where a variety of native people in the world were singing all at once but somehow all our voices sounded beautiful together. I think we were singing for the earth to recover, not for humanity, but for the earth. My song and the ones I could understand were for the earth.

Last night while drifting off to sleep I had some none lucid HI where I was in a scene of being out shopping. There were a lot of people walking around with winter coats that were zipped up so the top part of the coat covered their mouths and noses. At first, in the scene, I just thought that they were cold and kind of bundling up. But then I remembered the real reason was because they were covering their mouths and noses to try and avoid getting the virus. I came out of the dream shortly after coming to that realization.

Just me, angry and yell-arguing with someone. Wish I could remember who I argued with or why. I suppose over all that's not the important thing, the important thing is my anger is making a comeback and I don't like it.

Wow you too, I had an angry dream last night too. I got into a big argument with a family member. I don't even remember what it was about.

There was recall of another dream but I forgot what it was. I went to check on my notes because I thought I took notes but then saw that I apparently didn't. I was going to sleep more but didn't really I fell asleep for a little bit while watching a movie but didn't recall anything. But then decided to make a trip to the store so didn't sleep any more.

That is weird. Hoping for better dreams tonight. I'm going to remind myself to reality check if I am angry at anything.

I try to remember the angry reality checks too.

I had a really bad one influence by both the pandemic thing and emotions around the loss of my puppy. I decided I'm not describing the details it was highly disturbing.

Damn. Sitting in my living room tent and can hear the wind blowing like crazy outside. I'm thankful I'm so cozy and warm in here.

Glad you're safe and warm.

Last night dreamed I hoarded a mountain of toilet paper. I don't know why I had gotten so much. Passersby looked at me with either envy or hatred. I took half of the toilet paper into my apartment with the intention fo distributing it to family. The other half I gave away to people passing by, a pack per person. They still looked at me with envy or hatred, or with suspicion. I didn't care. Weird. lol

lol. I've not had that dream yet I've been not been too worried about it. At least Walmart is now limiting people to one package per person. Last time I was there they still had some, but I was there at opening and managed to get another six roll pack.

I watched a show call "The Rain" about a virus apocalypse. And these two kids were down in a bunker for six years before being forced out to look for more food. They didn't say anything about running out of toilet paper lol. 6 years seems like a long time to go without running out of toilet paper.

lol. I wonder what six years worth of tp looks like.

Last night, a dream about moving to an old apartment of mine (not a real one either, one that only exists in dreams from time to time). It was full of people, and everyone seemed stressed or down right murderous. In the far left corner of the home, in the 'secret' apartment was a sick bay. It wasn't there before. On a bed was a huge old time diving suit, the kind with the big metal looking helmet. I didn't know for sure but suspected it was like an emergency piece of equipment there in case someone got sick. They would have to live in that suit until their illness passed. I wanted out of the house, it wasn't home anymore.

My inner self nudging me to take more precautions before I end up in the damn diving suit (or sick). And basically stay the hell away from people now more than ever?

It's probably because of the funeral. Up until now I'd been very careful with my people contact, especially since I'm still working. But with the funeral I'm finding it hard not to hug my sister, especially when she asks for it. And I don't know how many people she's been in contact with before me. I really don't want one of us getting the other sick.

I dreamed I was in a line at the bank and some people were wearing masks because of the pandemic. Some guy removes his mask and starts coughing on us and people get pissed off at him for infecting us all.

Reminds me of back near the beginning of this all, I went to the pharmacy to get some vitamin Cs. The store had taped off 6ft areas for us to stand apart while waiting to get to the cashier. As I waited, someone came up and stood behind me. He was breathing so horribly and it sounded so phlegmy. And he was very obviously trying not to breathe so loudly. Panic and anger filled me for about 5 seconds before I mentally backhanded myself to calm down. He could have any kind of problem aside from Covid. I proceeded to pay for my vitamins but went home and marked the calendar and then the two week mark just in case I got sick around that time.

In a lot of my dreams I find myself shying away from people. In the train dream last night I went out of my way to avoid large clumps of people or to sit in a section of the train with the fewest people. I remember feeling horrified now and again at how most of the people were very touchy feely, and handling food with bare hands.

Last time I was at the store a guy was coughing as he walked in then grabbed a cart and just went in shopping not using the sanitizer on the handle or nothing.

I've taken note of the date every time I'm around people in public as well. Think I'm going to make a trip today as I'm getting pretty low on food. And I also need to get a Straight Talk service card for my phone which is due in a couple of days. And I wouldn't mind getting some more chips and salsa.

All I have for food at the moment is less than a package of brats. Still have a box of popcorn and a couple sticks of butter. Less than half a loaf of bread. One can of spaghetti sauce and noodles. That's literally it.

I had a lot of pandemic related getting back to work dreams last night.

An outbreak of COVID came from the ocean, people who were out on it were not allowed to come back to shore until they were tested and declared COVID free.

Dream probably happened because at work we were asked to do monthly baseline COVID testing. We don't have to but it is very highly recommended. I got tested a couple of months ago and have been debating on getting tested again.

I keep thinking I already have it or for sure going to get it if I have not already had it. Because I'm around people constantly when I'm not home. And I always keep getting this weird cough and I'm not a smoker. Lungs just start getting a weird itchy feeling all of a sudden and start coughing and always kind of a heavy feeling like I smoked too much. But the coughing goes away after a bit. It's not a constant persistent thing like they describe.

I still suspect there is a good chance I already had it in January though, and Covid is what killed my dog catching it from me. As there is no doubt she died not being able to breath. Fucking horrible I can't ever get out of my mind her suffocating to death in my arms. In January, I never had a cold like that before. Where I was so sick I couldn't go to work, or barely even get up to use the bathroom or wake up. I literally slept for a couple days straight only getting up briefly to take care of the dog. And before I was fully recovered she started to get sick and within a couple of days she was dead. At the time I had just assumed it was the cancer in her lungs that had  caught up to her all of a sudden, but now I'm not so sure about that. She was perfectly fine not showing any symptoms at all, and then just like that sick and dead within only three days.

But I guess I'll never know for sure unless I do actually get it again, because if so that probably wasn't it then. Just coincidence... Because if I understand it right, once yyou get it and survive it you don't get it again. But maybe wrong about that I don't know.

I won't let my step dad get anywhere near me. He keeps telling me he is being careful, careful my ass. He is constantly going out and hanging out with friends that are around other people and not wearing masks. He was going to walk right up to me and start talking to me.  I told him to stay the fuck back. I'm around people all the time and I don't even know if I'm carrying it or not and he knows that too and doesn't even think...( Like so many people I see walking right up to strangers talking with their masks around their chin, lol. It's a good thing they have their chins protected. There are some deadly chins out there... I see stupid people all the time walking around with masks that are not even covering  their mouths or nose. It's over their face but wide open to the air. What the fuck do they even have the mask there for? It's not doing anything.) I don't give a shit if I get sick and die, but I don't want to be the one to give it to him or anyone else. He is like 75 years old and has really bad asthma. I doubt he'll survive it if he gets it. But he thinks he will.

I just found out a guy I work with got it, went off to college and caught it at school. Hopefully he isn't getting a severe case of it.

I had a dream where I was in public and talking with some seniors when I suddenly realize I don't have my mask on and I'm not sure where it is. I'm worried that I could be unknowingly carrying Covid and infecting them, potentially being responsible for causing their deaths.

The rest of the dream is me trying to figure out where my mask is, but only finding other peoples worn and dirty masks laying around that have been discarded.

I was thinking that it's kind of surprising that at least as of yet usually people in my dreams are not wearing masks. And neither am I since in reality I'm only ever around people with a mask on and always seeing people with them on. Aside from the occasional person that thinks they're better than everyone else and doesn't have to wear one in public places. And also the people that I've not figured out yet if are just really dumb, or are trying to get away with something by only half wearing a mask that isn't even covering their nose and mouth. Maybe these people think just having the mask covering their lower lip and chin is enough to make them fit in with the people that are actually wearing masks lol. Confuses me why such people even have a mask on at all that is obviously not doing anything for them or anyone else.

I had a grocery store dream where people were wearing masks in the dream.

People don't wear masks in my dreams either. Time to institute the NMOILD reality check. No Mask On Induced Lucid Dream and let the lucidity flow!!!

--- Quote from: pj on October 08, 2010, 09:05:54 PM ---Leenanau Wine

The town of Glen Arbor is located on Michigan's Leelanau Peninsula, right in the heart of the Sleeping Bear Dunes along beautiful Lake Michigan.  It is a quaint town with a Victorian flavor, though the tourist destination atmosphere tends to overpower the underlying quaintness.

I really wasn't minding the tourist thing, being a tourist myself.  The late summer evening was cooling off fast as the sun was setting over the dunes, and the city lights and crowds gave me the feeling of being in another country during a festival.  People were everywhere, crowding the walks and shops along the main drag, sitting around town square listening to a lousy little country band playing in the Christmas-lighted gazebo.

"What do you expect?  I don't imagine they have a huge entertainment budget here."

I turn to face the voice.  It emanated from a very fit man who might or might not have been a bit older than me, but who was certainly more physically fit, better groomed and better dressed than I.  A gold-ringed hand cuffed by a Rolex was extended in my direction.  I grasped the hand and locked eyes for a moment.  The grip was firm but a bit restrained, and the gaze included the absolute assurance that I should be grateful for that restraint.

He turned toward the main drag and motioned for me to join him.  The air of confidence and authority he carried had me following him instinctively, as I would my father or the founder of my firm.  I fell into step at his side, feeling a bit self-conscious about my jeans and sweatshirt.

We walked, and we talked.  He asked about my career, life, education, political views and more.  As I shared myself with him, he seemed to drink the information.  His attention was absolute, and I had the impression he was truly fascinated with me.  He shared enough of himself to keep the conversation from being entirely one-sided, but kept turning the focus back to me.

Nearly two hours had passed before I was able to really get him talking.  We had circled back to the town park.  The band had finished for the night, and we took an empty bench along the circular walk around the gazebo.  He told me of several aborted careers and failed businesses, then told me about the one great success in his life - his having founded one of the very successful vinyards gracing the Leelanau Peninsula.  He reached into the shopping bag that had been inconspicuously carried by his left hand and pulled out a yellow labeled bottle of Riesling. He handed it to me.

I took the bottle in my hands and admired the color and the label - 1996.  I looked at him and shook my head, getting ready to explain why I don't drink.  Something in his eyes made me swallow the whole story and thank him for the gift.  I knew others who would certainly enjoy the wine.

A sad resignation settled over him as I put the bottle into the bag I was carrying and set it at my feet.  "I'm ready to retire," he said, "and I don't know what to do next."  I suggested that he consider politics or some other job that would involve public contact.  I pointed out that he had an incredibly powerful presence, and that I don't tend to tell just anybody my life story.  He nodded and smiled while gazing down at his Italian shoes.

The silence continued for a long minute before I realized I had been dismissed.  I stood and extended my hand.  He stood as well, grasped my hand and then cupped my hand between both of his.  He looked me in the eye as he held my hand like that.  "Thank you," he said.

As I walked back to my hotel room, I realized that I never asked his name. . . and he never asked mine.

--- End quote ---

Step 3:  Now it is time to play one of my favorite games, the "If It Were My Dream" game.  To play this game, a second person listens to your dream, and then tells you what thoughts, associations, and memories it brings up for them.  This serves to help you understand your dream better by giving you new insights and perspectives.

What comes to mind for me is one of those meetings we see in movies, where both parties know and don't know who the other person is.  Like Bruce WIllis meeting Alan Rickman half way through Die Hard.  A kind of game going on, if you like.  Maybe the other guy knew you didn't drink, maybe not?  You had to consider many possibilities before settling on your course of action - to accept the gift but not consume it. For me that was the tensest moment of the story - to accept a gift to decline it because it is alcoholic.  In fact you did both - you contained the situation both actually (the wine stayed in the bottle) and metaphorically (you stayed in control).

The other man seems quite a melancholy character from the way the story comes across to me. Some things are important to him but he can't seem to communicate exactly what these might be.