I should have mentioned general life anxieties as well under my answer to the first question above.

Dream 1: Oversleeping FA Nightmare I wake up and look at the clock.  It's almost 8:30.  My exam started at 8.1  Plus I have some job that I was supposed to show up to as well.  My husband asks what's going2 on as I jump out of bed and get dressed in a hurry.  I say, "I just failed out of . . . everything."3

Grab a banana from the kitchen, and I'm trying to call my instructor as I'm walking out the door.  I don't imagine that she'll let me make up the test, but I might as well at least try before accepting failing out of school.  She's not picking up.  I imagine her getting annoyed as her phone keeps ringing during the exam.4  I'll call one more time to leave a message.  Why didn't I leave a message the first two times I called?

I'll have to drive; no time for busses.  But my car if full of stuff.5  I open up three of the doors and start redistributing stuff from the front to the back seats.  A couple of credit card hippies6 come by and start picking up my stuff.  They think some items are cool and want to know if I really want them.7 I'm telling them to put the stuff down and go away, just go away, but they're not listening.  I don't have time for this.

Finally, in my car and going.  Everything's really colorful and I'm maneuvering this little squat character with a big belly.  I feel bad that I don't like this game just because of the controls.8  It really does seem like a good RPG, the kind I grew up with and used to like so much.9  But I guess it's natural that, now used to newer, better controls, I find this to be something I just don't want to deal with.  I like the games where you just hover your thumbs over the arrows and the controller senses the location.10  Two characters are interacting in some scene.  They bright and cartoony sprites, but appear to represent characters that are a combination of all the Greek war movies I've never seen.11

Here's why I had this dream:

1. When planning my studying for the exam yesterday, I decided that I'd better sleep for a few hours earlier in the night if I was gonna sleep at all, because if I were to sleep later I might oversleep and be late.  I thought about how one of my classmates was late to clinical.  And although she was upset, it was a good time to oversleep; a test day would be much worse.  I also thought about how another classmate did sleep through the final for a previous class, but that instructor was a kinder individual that our current one and let him make it up.  I did end up oversleeping into my study time by 2 hours, during which time I had the dream.

2.  Thought about asking my husband or someone else to wake me up just in case.

3.  When several of my classmates misunderstood yesterday that they were supposed to print out an assignment that was due the other day, I argued with my instructor about it, to which she basically said, "Too bad."  I was really upset that my classmates had lost 10% of their grades for something so trivial, jeopardizing they're status in the class and program.  I didn't know that our new instructor was such a hard-ass.  I almost cried.  And one of the affected students said, "It's a fucking boot-camp."  Also, several of my classmates failed the most recent math test (and by fail, I mean they got less than 96%).  If they fail a second time, they're out.  One girl was really upset and saying that she was done anyway, wouldn't take it a second time.  Thinking that my spirit is broken (and telling people such), noticing that I'm not as upset anymore when thinking about failing out or about others failing out.

4.  My employer called me twice during a quiz the day before.  I'd forgotten to turn my phone off.  I imagined that it was distracting to my classmates and thought I might have to explain why I was being called.  My instructor didn't seem to notice, fortunately.  I also thought about how I'd called my dad during an AA meeting to ask for his WoW password a couple weeks ago.  And he was annoyed and embarrassed to be called during the meeting even though he answered his phone.

5.  I was talking to a homeless guy at the bus stop the yesterday and he said that his car had been stolen.  I imagined that he was living in the car before that happened but didn't want to ask.  Also, noticing the stuff on the floor around our bed, thinking about how my husband doesn't pick up after himself and I don't clean enough to make up for it, that we're just destined to be messy people.  My friend cleaning her apartment this last week in order to host a guest.  She said that she still hadn't unpacked from when she moved in months ago.  I still have a few items in my car from when I last moved.  Thinking about how I need to clean my car.

6.  My husband said the other day that if I fail out of school we can go live in the woods like I always said I wanted to do.  I actually had a plan to carry this out the first time I went to college.  I wanted to be a credit card hippie living in the woods.  This plan always involved keeping my stuff in my car.  And that homeless guy was very clean looking.  I was impressed and thought about all the resources homeless people have around here.

7. Locking the door as I get out of my husband's car.  Thinking that I aught to make a habit of it because he sometimes forgets to lock his car, and even if the driver's side is unlocked, locking the passenger's side would make it less obvious to someone on the sidewalk that the car is unlocked and reduce the changes of an opportunistic thief.  Telling my friends, that no, my sweater is not synthetic.  It's cashmere!  And therefore feels different from the fiber that's on my tongue from licking my own elbow.  My friends are like, La ti da!  To which I add that I got it at Goodwill, and one of my friends laughs at the irony.  Overheard conversation on the bus about some clothing outlet where you pay $1 for a lb of clothes, but you have to dig through the giant pile to find what you want.  Finding a rip in a skirt that I found on someone's lawn a few years ago and remembering where I got it.  Riding home on the bus in the evening and thinking about how warm my sweater is and how it's become my favorite even though the color probably doesn't suit me, and how much I love found clothes.

8. My husband bought Fallout 3 for PS3.  I was really excited even though I don't have time to start playing.  But he commented that the controls were different from xbox while playing.  That got me worried:  I don't want to learn new controls.  But then I remembered that in general I do prefer the PS controller, so maybe I'll prefer it even though I played Fallout first on xbox.  Thinking about how the PS controller is modeled much more after the classics.

9.  Thinking that it's a shame that I don't finish many games anymore.  Good ones even.  But considering how busy I am, I'd better really be enthralled by a game to spend my limited time on it.

10. My friend saying that what Nintendo makes aren't video games anymore.  Me thinking about Wii bowling and stuff as a result, which includes the Wiimote.  Deciding that he's kinda right.

11.  Watching some stupid video with that Sparta reference on youtube.  Actually, here it is.  Saw the video while trying to get "groundhog" in my mind for the monthly challenge.  And realizing that I did some task with a groundhog for DV a couple years ago.  In my dream it was all cartoony.

Probably worth noting that I'm not alone in getting nightmares from the program at school.  When I shared my dream with classmates, two of them also reported nightmares.  One woman said that she dreamed that there was thunder and lightning, and a flood in class, and we got carried away by the water one by one.  Sounds a lot cooler than my dream.

I found this dream busy and exhausting to read.  So much going on in such a short passage.  Indeed from the word go - running late for an exam - it was like everything was so much effort because things weren't how you wanted them.

The fat character was amusing, though.

Money worries?

You are doing a lot of counting of money and when you loose the money you rush around looking for it almost desperately.

Or an addiction to gambling or something else!

This dream sounds stressful, feels stressful, it's the essence of stress! I can imagine you just barely being able to control harming the hippies with everything else built upon the other stresses in your dream. The car part sounds like you were able to ultimately calm down and forget about your stresses... After all games are the juxtaposition of work and school when I think about it.

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Thanks for the comments.

I forgot that there was also a finch in my car in the dream that I'd forgotten about and neglected.  But it had survived by eating spilled seed that was part of the mess, and had layed eggs.  One of the eggs hatched into a full-grown bird. --> And this part came from me watching a show about eagles and watching them sit on their nests, and knowing that my lovebird is hormonal at the moment, wondering if I gave him eggs, would he sit on them?  But what eggs?  Finch maybe?  And remembering how I hand-fed some finch chicks a few years ago.

Images Forgive me here, but.. pirates.  Gambling fairy-tale pirates, talking in some strange combination of Spanish and Chinese.

Sensations I hear sounds of coins and metal clanking, and general din of a casino.  With confused pirates cursing about everything being all weird and dreamlike.

Emotions Frustration, confusion, absent-mindedness.

I'm drawn to say This sounds like a dream generated by SC worrying over something it's probably completely imagining, as it likes to do.

Mood Actually it reminded me of a dream I had, last year I think, with my grandma and some weird money/puzzle stuff.  I probably projected some of that onto it, and pictured a lot of chaos, but with a calm central figure (grandma my case, mom yours) and lack of comprehension (about objects.)

Images I don't want to imagine the first part of the dream.    I get wonderful, chaotic imagery when everything becomes a crazy car/RPG thing.  I'm trying to imagine what your dreams are like with the controllers and stuff.

Sensations I could scream at the first part.  Whenever you start to become a little lucid, or see the dream as a video game, however, they start to take on a truly wonderful and unique form.  I sense a strange combination of both detachment and immersiveness with the controllers, sprites, etc..

Emotions , but then  .

I'm drawn to say You, more than anyone else, make me want to start playing a good RPG or something again, just to have this strange view of things in a dream.

Mood The first part is thoroughly annoying SC nonsense.  Yours doesn't mess around.  However, I never lost hope because you always seem to turn things around.

I have a rather comical image here.  Like you look away for a moment and someone changes your coins.  You look away from another moment and they're all gone.  Like you're on the sharp end of a big joke.  I feel both laughter and pain as a result.

Putting myself in your shoes, I sense frustration on your part that things aren't as they should be.  I can almost hear you cursing and getting angrier as the dream develops, although at the same time it was like it was never going to happen for you from the start.

There's so much going in in that dream it makes me feel tired just reading it. (but i'm lazy to begin with) Are all your dreams this hectic? I hope not. Dreams should be an nightly escape from some some of the pressures of the waking world.

What a pleasant opening scene.   Nice that you could sit back and contemplate language.  Stacking the coins seems like unusual spatial problem-solving for a dream.  Again, you must have been very at ease.  To bad it ended with anxiety.  And why cardboard boxes?

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Quote from: Burned up on February 04, 2010, 10:13:42 AMI found this dream busy and exhausting to read.  So much going on in such a short passage.  Indeed from the word go - running late for an exam - it was like everything was so much effort because things weren't how you wanted them.Quote from: Vex Kitten on February 06, 2010, 12:38:50 PMThere's so much going in in that dream it makes me feel tired just reading it. I don't know, didn't seem all that busy to me.  Although it was a culmination of many of the sources of stress in my life right now.

Quote from: Lucidbulbs on February 04, 2010, 08:10:13 PMI can imagine you just barely being able to control harming the hippiesNot at all.  I rarely have violent impulses.

Quote from: Lucidbulbs on February 04, 2010, 08:10:13 PMThe car part sounds like you were able to ultimately calm down and forget about your stresses... After all games are the juxtaposition of work and school when I think about it. Absolutely right.  Honestly, I wasn't feeling all that terrible to begin with.  I've had much more stressful dreams, and this one didn't reach the threshold that makes me wake up or become lucid.  By the end I'd completely forgotten about school.

Quote from: Moonbeam on February 04, 2010, 11:07:53 PMI usually know some of where my dreams come from, but it's amazing you can figure it all out! It's just practice I think.  I guess I was a bit premature in my analysis.  I didn't know how the workshop would be paced.  But, I would have forgotten all those life details if I didn't record them right away.  I saw that The Cusp wrote that he knows where 99% of his dreams come from.  I think I'm around 25-40%.  There are just so many little things in life that we forget, or don't notice in the first place.  And small details in dreams that we may not think about or accept as filler.

Quote from: mu on February 05, 2010, 04:03:27 PMImages I'm trying to imagine what your dreams are like with the controllers and stuff.Quote from: mu on February 05, 2010, 04:03:27 PMI sense a strange combination of both detachment and immersiveness with the controllers, sprites, etc..I hadn't thought about that.  I don't remember holding a controller.  I was fully immersed:  The scene was around me, not in front of me.  I was just thinking about the controls after having trouble with my movement.

Quote from: mu on February 05, 2010, 04:03:27 PMWhenever you start to become a little lucid, or see the dream as a video game, however, they start to take on a truly wonderful and unique form.  A lucid dream for me isn't necessarily fundamentally different from a non-lucid.  It is me that changes, my perceptions, not the dreams, usually.  The exceptions would be those dark ones I have.  My game dreams are mostly different in that I have little care for consequences and am violent.  Or in this case, they have old-school graphics.  They are certainly less unique since they typically closely copy something I've experienced in reality.  Sometimes they are fun though.

Quote from: mu on February 05, 2010, 04:03:27 PMI'm drawn to say You, more than anyone else, make me want to start playing a good RPG or something again, just to have this strange view of things in a dream.Haha, I can't even remember the last time I played a strait-up RPG.

Quote from: mu on February 05, 2010, 04:03:27 PMMood The first part is thoroughly annoying SC nonsense.  Yours doesn't mess around.  However, I never lost hope because you always seem to turn things around. Can you even consider that SC?  I thought it was pretty C.  Maybe some of both, I'm not sure.  I didn't turn it around on purpose.

Analyzing my own dream

I'm gonna try the dream dictionary at http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/, since I've only looked at a paperback one once and thought it was hogwash. So I'll give it another chance.

The Chinese/Spanish story:

QuoteTo hear or speak a foreign language in your dream, indicates a message from your unconscious that you do not yet understand. Alternatively, you may not be making yourself clear to others. Coins:

Okay, it says gold coins represent "success and wealth,"

Silver coins, which is what they were, "represent spirituality, values, and your self-worth."

Coins in general mean "missed or overlooked opportunities that come your way."

And stacked coins, which is what the main part was about before I lost them, represent "masculine power, dominance, and energy."

Losing the coins:

QuoteLosing things in your dream may signify lost opportunities, past relationships or forgotten aspects of yourself. Your personal associations to the thing you lose will clue you into the emotional meaning and interpretation of your dream. The casino:

QuoteTo dream that you are in a casino, signifies the risk-taker within you. If you are a reserved or passive person, then the dream suggests that you should take a chance. The cardboard box:

QuoteTo see a cardboard box in your dream, indicates a lack of protection against risk.

Well, even though the coins were silver and represent spirituality, which is important to me, I think they really just represent money. I guess all these things together indicate that I'm concerned about money and that I don't think I'm being careful enough with it, though being in the casino is saying I should take a chance, which kinda contradicts that. Based on my own feelings, I think the first interpretation is right. We are about to build a very expensive house and will be paying for it for a long time, and I know I've thought that if we would just buy something cheaper, we could live more relaxed and I wouldn't have to worry about always having a job and going to work, (something I hate, even though I work at a nice place. I'd rather be with my family and pursuing hobbies and things I enjoy). I guess the stacked aspect of the coins that represent masculinity indicates that I feel I should fulfill the traditional masculine role of providing for my family. Though IRL, I'm more than happy that my wife has a great job, makes more than I do, and takes most of that pressure off me. I guess some guys would be bothered by that, but I'm just fine with it.

Feelings about the dream dictionary: I thought it would still be hogwash, but I guess it makes sense.

Dark City I'm watching my cat run in and out, and around in the pouring rain.  I don't wanna close the door all the way in case she wants to come in but some of the water's comming in.  I try to just stand in front of the door, block it with my body, but it's uncofortably cold when it hits my head.

It's so dark that I can't see the cars.  I try to turn on a street light (with my mind?).  It gets brighter and brighter, but then goes out.  Typical.  Why is there traffic inside anyway? I watch my cat running across the street and nearly getting hit.  I'm nearly getting hit too.  It's so dark.  Too dark for drivers to see us.

And I fly up into the sky.  Oh, yeah.  Since this is a dream I should see if I can get to the sun.  I think of finding MB, then think that I aught to look for the group, rather than just MB.  I have some thought of making her appear.

Looking out at the city from above, it drops off suddenly, ends in complete black in all directions.  So it's not part of some endless urban sprawl!  Maybe it's on the sun:  If it were on the sun with something to protect the city from the radiation, maybe it would be this dark.

I am my husband (Cool! I'm tall now.) who was apparently hanging out in some random building.  His body's all stretchy for some reason, and I stretch up into the air.  I think it's a lotta fun.  I decide to put on a wetsuit so that I'll be wearing something to match the stretchiness.  There are a bunch hanging on pegs on a wall.  I start putting one on physically, then try to put it on the rest of the way with my mind.  I put a wetsuit on some kid with my mind as well.  You just have to wrap it around and make it stick.  But walking, I feel as if the legs aren't pulled up all the way, as if my feet are in the legs and the extra length is flopping around.  I can feel the seams on the bottoms of my feet.  I start trying to pull the legs up with my hands before deciding that I really should be able to do this with my mind:  Maybe I can only convince myself that I've done it if I physically do it.  No, it shouldn't be that way.  Why would I have such sensations on my feet in a dream anyway?

I do wheel pose.  The center of my husband's lithe body stretches up and up.

I run past a bunch of other guys who are hurriedly putting on their wetsuits.  Haha!  I put mine on so much faster because I did it with my mind!  Out into the city, the darkness, and the rain.

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Possible J-walking today.  And thinking about how aggressive I am when I cross the street.  My mom giving me some advice about driving in the rain.  Driving in a city where I used to live the yesterday and thinking about how disgustingly heavy the traffic is.  You'd think that if you had to go 3 mph on the freeway on a regular basis, you'd figure out how to use an alternate form of transportation.

I think MB was in a dream I had the other day.  Thinking that I aught to tell her.  And that she takes on significance to my dreaming mind because she pays more attention to my dreams than anyone else in my life.

Watching a street light flicker like crazy the other day and thinking that it's worse than my own.

I think I had some dream earlier in which I planned to take my husband's body in order to accomplish something.  My reasoning was that it's taller and therefore more flexible.

Thinking today about summer and going to the beach in my wetsuit.  Thinking that it would be fun to do wheel pose in the surf.  Wondering if my wetsuit will stretch as far as I can.  Wondering how my backbends are shaping up; if they look all right.

On Saturday(?) someone was telling me for some reason that they didn't have much upper body strength, like most women.  I don't remember being consciously aware of it, but it must have reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend last week about how men have an advantage in wheel pose because of upper body strength.

Seeing some surfer kids crossing PCH in their wetsuits (today?).  Thinking that my brother was about their age when he started getting really into surfing.  And how I felt really left out, relating back to how much it sucked to be a girl.

Seeing some skater girl on the bus today who totally looked like skater boys always do: all long and lanky.  Wondering if the body type somehow makes one more encouraged to pursue skating.

Oh, and thinking (maybe two weeks ago) that all the women you see practicing yoga are so skinny.  And how I don't want to be that skinny.  But it is probably an advantage.

Also, my cat was clawing at my bedroom door while I was having this dream.

I took a look at the "influences" spoiler, wondering if that would affect what I write.  I don't think it affects my instinctive reaction to the dream but it does leave me thinking that you don't want to invite any symbolic interpretation of the dream.

I imagine most of all the darkness.  I can't even see the rain it's so dark.  And I imagine the cat is black too.  I don't get much in the way of emotion here.  Although I do sense you're eager to achieve something in this dream.  Maybe that's why you needed to be this superhero-type character (can I call your husband a superhero?  ).

If there's anything I can add by way of thinking, it would probably connect with the light.  Once you'd got the street light on, the dream transformed from a hopeless dark wet night to a day full of fun and success.  So I'm left wondering where that light is in your real life, or where you'd like it to be?

Next dream:

Weird store with Vince and Danielle

I was with my friends Vince and Danielle, and we were going down this street with houses along it. There was a mansion on one lot, and it had a banner over the front door that said "Great Clips." I didn't associate it with the haircut place at all. We went in and this middle-aged woman came and greeted us. She said this was a store that she and some other people ran because they wanted to have their own buisiness so they could take longer vacations. There were a lot of things in the store, but most were just a lot of copies of the same brightly colored plastic things which I assumed were cheap souvenir toys of some sort. Everything in there was expensive. I did end up getting a haircut in there while Vince got something to eat. This French guy who was apparently in charge cut my hair for me and cooked Vince's food. I went to the counter to pay for my haircut, and I thought the guy said $15, but his accent was really thick and I asked him to repeat himself. He said the price again, and I still didn't understand, but I knew he raised it. This happened several times until he had the price up to $155. The woman we first met then came over and I asked her how much a haircut was. She said $15, so that was what I gave him. With the guy right there, I told her his accent was very difficult to understand, and he was very rude, "but, what else would I expect from a French person?" I was trying to be as offensive to him as possible because I was mad.

We were about to leave, and Vince pointed to this counter behind the checkout counter. He asked what was on it. It was a kind of veneer that had purple and green and grey tints to it. I told him. He said he should have paid the guy more for the food, because he didn't give him a tip, and the guy prepared it especially for him, because there was no one else there eating. I said, "No way, everything here is too expensive already." I said let's go, but Vince said, "Let's check out what they have first." I went over with him to a shelf and he was looking at one of the toys which was like a slot machine I think. I couldn't stand to be in that place one more minute, so I said, "I'm going out into the mall. Come out when you're done." Outside, it was a mall, and Danielle was sitting on this bench next to a hot Asian girl. I sat down with them, and even though I thought Danielle was on the right, I somehow ended up sitting next to the Asian. There was a baseball cap on the bench next to her, between us, which was mine, and she accidentally sat on it. I said jokingly, "Why would you do that!?" Then a light came on and it really hurt my eyes (even though I didn't have my dreaming mask on). I put the baseball cap on and it made it much better.

Then I woke up.

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I found the dream to be interesting too! I also found it sadly... hard to connect with beyond a spectator's view.

I find it interesting that the references to darkness fade away the moment you are your husband... I imagine after reading this that you two are very close, after all you were so comfortable in his skin... but not his clothes? Clothes are a part of identity, but as to what it means for it to make you feel weird, maybe there are still some aspects of him you are still trying to understand?

Other than that, all  I see is a very nice dream... with some very interesting influences.

It's hard to pick out anything unusual or dreamlike here, because it almost seems like it could be a normal day!

You just seem impatient with the sort of "frivolous" environment of the mall (which I can understand) and would rather just be yourself and hang out with the hot Asian girl.  Which I can also understand.

The strangest part is the light--sometimes in dreams we suddenly find ourselves in a "happy" state with something immediately trying to get us out of it.  The cap seems to make you feel like yourself.  I think you just wanted to relax and be yourself in this dream.

You are clearly in a state of indecision, but there is no sense of alarm or frustration involved.  Quite the opposite; you seem to be appreciating the array of choices itself as beautiful.  You seem to be enjoying the situation itself.

I think the three doors are not being trusted somehow, as if they appear too inviting.  Almost as if each is trying to capture you and prevent you from entering/seeing the others.  Or perhaps they all lead to the same place, and the choice itself is false.

Quote from: Burned up on February 13, 2010, 08:47:46 PMI'll have to admit I don't know what fructifies means - sounds like it should mean turning into fruit.  Anyhow... (See his DJ.  )

Quote from: Burned up on February 13, 2010, 08:47:46 PMI'll have to admit I don't know what fructifies means - sounds like it should mean turning into fruit.  Anyhow...It is.

QuoteI often find lucidity is easier if I go upwards in dreams.  I liken this to becoming more conscious, whereas downwards is more unconscious (and less lucid-like I guess).It makes sense for me. I've always associated higher with more conscious.

QuoteFingers becoming people?  Good one.  If we're going down the path of wish fulfilment it sounds like you want some little friends.That interpretation doesn't seem to combiine with RL, though.

QuoteThe three doors - primary colours.  Dunno what a dream dictionary might say but I'd be thinking along the lines that everything that can be seen is represented by those colours, so by making a choice, you're also limiting your possibilities.  Which is kind of obvious anyway even without the symbolism, but perhaps this is like a message "you can't have/see/know everything".  So be pragmatic and choose and move on.Whether the path ahead of me is difficult or easy, I don't have hesitate to follow it.

Quote from: mu on February 14, 2010, 01:52:42 AMYou are clearly in a state of indecision, but there is no sense of alarm or frustration involved.  Quite the opposite; you seem to be appreciating the array of choices itself as beautiful.  You seem to be enjoying the situation itself.I was calm, but I hadn't the time enjoy the situation...

QuoteI think the three doors are not being trusted somehow, as if they appear too inviting.  Almost as if each is trying to capture you and prevent you from entering/seeing the others.  Or perhaps they all lead to the same place, and the choice itself is false.And the doors being open, only reinforces what you've said. As for the choice being false, a quote from the first time three doors distracted me: Quote from: StarSeeker on January 16, 2010, 08:14:15 AMOne thing I remembered later, is that I could have deleted the wrong doors.

So much happening and nothing that couldn't happen IRL (or so it seems to the casual reader).  So I'm guessing this dream is some kind of near-conscious processing of possibilities.  Not sure what's behind this asit will be your life experiences leading to the dream.

Can't help but notice the prices - $15 and $155.

The final scene was more dream-like.  The baseball cap seems to have a particular significance, but I can't think what. This from dreammoods:

Hat To see or wear a hat in your dream, indicates that you are hiding an aspect of yourself or that you are covering up something.

I can't make that meaning gel, though.

I'm sure there's something sexual about that hat, as the Asian girl you implicitly fancy sat on it and you put it on your head afterwards - to your peril.

Sorry, I have to give up on this. :(

I think the main part of the dream has to do with my feelings about France, considering the guy was French and the sense of wanting to get out of there was really overwhelming.

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I have no idea why I was thinking of France though. Maybe I heard something about national health care or welfare or socialism or Obama or something.

The asian, I'm just hot for asians I think. I can't help it. I mean look: http://thegrandduke.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/reon-kadena-picture-4.jpg

I don't know about the hat. My eyes really did hurt. It felt just like RL. Then when I put the hat on, it shaded them I guess, and I felt better. I don't know what to make of it. Maybe something was bothering my eyes IRL. If I'd have had the dreaming mask on, I would have thought that was it, but I didn't. Or I guess on a more symbolic level, it could mean there's something I want to hide and feel embarrassed if it's not. Then wearing the hat and covering it up makes me feel better. Maybe it's my overwhelming attraction to Asians? IDK.

Quote from: StarSeeker on February 14, 2010, 07:09:15 AMQuote from: Burned up on February 13, 2010, 08:47:46 PMFingers becoming people?  Good one.  If we're going down the path of wish fulfilment it sounds like you want some little friends.That interpretation doesn't seem to combine with RL, though.I've been thinking better, and after all, you might just be right.

I don't know why it took me so long to finish this up.

Anyway, while falling asleep in the evening after writing up that analysis for the last dream, I was actually kept awake by all the memories of things that contributed to the dream.  It was all stuff that lead to me switching to having a male body.  I'm far too lazy to type it all up here, but it was at least 8 separate thoughts relating to different things in my life.  Most of it had to do with the physical inadequacies of having a female body.  And I realize that that dream was really about was my . . . resentment(?) that despite being athletic, I will never be strong or tall like a man.  It almost makes Freud sound right.  Except I do not want a penis, just the muscle.

Quote from: Burned up on February 10, 2010, 06:03:39 AMI don't think it affects my instinctive reaction to the dream but it does leave me thinking that you don't want to invite any symbolic interpretation of the dream.I don't think that it really bothers me.  Though I'd be surprised if someone gave an accurate symbolic interpretation.

Quote from: Burned up on February 10, 2010, 06:03:39 AMI don't get much in the way of emotion here.  Although I do sense you're eager to achieve something in this dream.  Maybe that's why you needed to be this superhero-type character (can I call your husband a superhero?  ).It had the same emotional undertone that all my dark dreams have.  It's foreboding.  And I feel vaguely trapped and alone.  Although in this case, I think that my cat being there made me feel somewhat better.  I didn't feel particularly driven.  And if I had wanted to be a superhero, I'm positive I would have worn a superhero outfit instead.

Quote from: Burned up on February 10, 2010, 06:03:39 AMIf there's anything I can add by way of thinking, it would probably connect with the light.  Once you'd got the street light on, the dream transformed from a hopeless dark wet night to a day full of fun and success.  So I'm left wondering where that light is in your real life, or where you'd like it to be? The light went out again immediately, demonstrating my powerlessness.  And the dream never really changed; it stayed dark.

Quote from: Moonbeam on February 12, 2010, 08:32:05 PMI like how you looked for me.  (Call me next time, maybe I'll come!) You've been in another one of my dreams since, too.  Probably because I wrote up the reasoning for looking for you in this one.  I'll be looking for you to just walk up and introduce yourself like you said you'd do on the sun.

Quote from: Lucidbulbs on February 13, 2010, 12:16:56 AMI imagine after reading this that you two are very close, after all you were so comfortable in his skin... but not his clothes? Clothes are a part of identity, but as to what it means for it to make you feel weird, maybe there are still some aspects of him you are still trying to understand? Yeah, I was almost a little bit embarrassed posting this dream because it reveals how close I am with my husband.  Lucidbulbs, you have surprised me in your ability to accurately interpret aspects of my dreams.  I wonder if it's because we're both female and of the same generation, or if you're particularly emotionally intelligent.  I don't know about the clothes thing though.  I didn't actively discard his clothes, so I don't think that's what the dream was about.  I have been wanting to find him a wetsuit though.