Just read this one. See my previous post. You got it before I wrote it!
The only thing I would add is the lead boots. Once again, sleep paralysis is the main suspect.
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A very un settling Dream
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Just read this one. See my previous post. You got it before I wrote it!
The only thing I would add is the lead boots. Once again, sleep paralysis is the main suspect.
No. Just a lifetime of trying to understand people and a lot of experience listening to them.
Ok, slightly disingenuous. An adolescence spent trying to get girls into bed. Listening and talking was just a means to an end. It became a lifetime's hobby. I still have great, deep, meaningful conversations with women. I generally end up being a really good friend. Sadly, it's not a great way to get them into bed. Looking like Brad Pitt seems to be the key, but I can't afford the surgery.
The night before last, I dreamed that aliens were enslaving people by using hand-held tazer-like devices to turn them into mindless automatons. It was somehow my job to stop them, but they were converting people faster than I could intervene. I woke up feeling exhausted.
I interpret this to mean that I am in serious need of a vacation.
I interpret this to mean that I am in serious need of a vacation.
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I often dream of flying or floating would be a better description. Sometimes I am horizontal and sometimes I am vertical but I am always effortlessly moving through the air. I like those dreams.
Obviously you think your son is a flying vampire monster of some sort. He probably really isn't but maybe you should take some precautions, buy some wooden stakes, silver crosses and load up on garlic. Just in case.i've always had vivid nightmares , even as a child .
some i remember clearly and could tell you all the slightest details , including smells and sounds .
the most recent , and most horrifying to me , was about my young son , whom i love very much .
i remember driving in an old truck , with my wife sitting next to me and she was in a panic and screaming .
my little son came floating up next to me , outside my window .
he had fangs , wild glowing eyes and was crying { i could see his tears ...}
i remember lashing out and punching him thru the open window .
he suddenly appeared on my wife's side window and began trying to crawl in .
i kicked at him and he fell away , never to be seen again .
my wife woke me up and said i had punched her on the arm , and that i had been crying .
i sat up and cried some more ...
I don't know if dreams have a meaning or if they are trying to tell us something but they sure can be enlightening. I have had my share of crazy dreams but the craziest one and very vivid! was about a high school friend of mine, we were at our high school and I had him on my arms, he was dying, then something came and it had a human face but as my friend got worse and closer to die the face of this thing got uglier and uglier, it is the death I thought. The more my friend was closer to die the more horrific the face was, the more it looked like the face of death - to me at least. I started to scream at it, the more a screamed the more human the face would become and the better my friend would get, until my friend breathed again, death face became human and it left. After that I realized the death knows me, it knows my face, but I also know her and know her face, but here is the thing, I only remember its death face, not the human one, so to recognize it somebody must be close to die and maybe next time, that somebody will be me.
The obvious interpretation is that you are worried about death. Welcome to the human race.
As for where the image comes from? You tell me. But here are a couple of other things to think about. Have you ever seen (or read the book) A Christmas Carol? Remember the ghost of Christmas future?
Dickens didn't have a monopoly on the psycopomp. [...literally meaning the "guide of souls")[1] are creatures, spirits, angels, or deities in many religions whose responsibility is to escort newly deceased souls from Earth to the afterlife. (Wikipedia)] The Egyptians had them 3500 years ago and they are commonplace in afterlife literature. Perhaps this is a very common image throughout the world and your mind is doing what hundreds of millions of others have done.
Have you ever had an operation under general anaesthetic? If so, was it a shock to realise just how easily your conciseness can be snuffed out? How easily you could have died?
"I do believe in an afterlife but that dream made me question my views on that."
Or is it the other way around? Is your dream is reflecting your feelings? Perhaps the doubt is already there.
This one is easy. Anxious about a new baby. Feeling stressed because you have to work to make money, but you should be looking after your son. All triggered by your baby crying.
This is another case of cause and effect getting mixed up. I suspect that you weren't dreaming bad dreams until your son started crying.
Look at what you have written. It's basically two parts. The first part is recognising that your son needs attention, and it's your responsibility. Feeling a little out of your depth perhaps? Everyone you ask doesn't care and it's all down to you.
The second bit is simply the waking up. "I could feel the anxiety building in my chest and jolted awake..." Doubtless you then got out of bed to see what was wrong.
The external stimuli (here a baby crying) gets incorporated into your dream world. Your mind interprets that in a way that reflects your feelings (in this case stress, responsibility, worry). Then you wake up and the bad dream goes away.
Death and the after life or lack of was the furthest thing from my mind the morning I had the dream. It was like an un wanted knock on the door. I had only been out once when I had my wisdom teeth pulled. They do a count and then you are waking up wondering why they have not done the surgery yet LOL (they had, but there is no perception of time when you are out and I bet when dead too.) I still believe that we retain some sort of consciousness after death. For me it was something trying to shake my beliefs for some reason.
Yes it was but it was subtle so much so in fact that I did not realize it till you asked.
i've always had vivid nightmares , even as a child .
some i remember clearly and could tell you all the slightest details , including smells and sounds .
the most recent , and most horrifying to me , was about my young son , whom i love very much .
i remember driving in an old truck , with my wife sitting next to me and she was in a panic and screaming .
my little son came floating up next to me , outside my window .
he had fangs , wild glowing eyes and was crying { i could see his tears ...}
i remember lashing out and punching him thru the open window .
he suddenly appeared on my wife's side window and began trying to crawl in .
i kicked at him and he fell away , never to be seen again .
my wife woke me up and said i had punched her on the arm , and that i had been crying .
i sat up and cried some more ...
Can't say much about this one without knowing a lot about your personal life. But the specific image? Have you ever watched the film Salem's Lot? Remember the boy floating outside the window, scraping against the glass? I certainly do! I haven't seen that film in decades, but that scene is burned into my mind. Perhaps that is the initial inspiration for the image.
As for what it is about. As I said, I would need to know a lot about you, but I notice you mention "my little son..." Once again, some sort of anxiety about being a father? Or maybe you didn't feel that you could get emotionally close to him? There is certainly a strong sense of fear and separation.
I won't make any further comments on this one.
But I will make one observation for you to ponder. In two separate posts you have mentioned your doubt about your beliefs. This is clearly an important underlying theme. Perhaps you need to spend some time going through what you truly believe in. I can't have that conversation with you via posts on a website but here is something for you to think about.
"I still believe that we retain some sort of consciousness after death"
Really? Truly? I'm sure you want to believe in an afterlife. But do you feel calm, matter of fact relaxed about it? "Yes! of course I play bass!" [reaches for bass] "Here, let me show you" [thinks "This is going to be fun"]
Could you be as effortlessly certain if I substituted the concept of 'belief in afterlife' into the above scenario? Going on the words that you have typed, you sound more agnostic than certain.
As with all of these posts, only you can know what you really feel. It's over to you to have that, possibly scary conversation with yourself about what you truly believe, rather than what you want to believe. Good luck, and I hope you find what you are looking for.
And if you think that what I have written above is total drivel, completely off the mark, barking up the wrong tree etc. fine. I have said in several posts, I need to know you to understand you. I can't know you from a website. I'm just telling you what I see from what you have posted
Swimming.You can "fly" horizontally or vertically. I had dreams of flying when I was a kid. I was also swimming for several hours a week.
Not deep or meaningful, but fun.
I am not looking for anything but don't consider your post Drivel. And religion has ZERO to do with any afterlife or lack of in my book. I don't know in what form or consciousness we live on but am certain we do in some way. Energy never dies it just recycles or flows into another direction.
i've always had vivid nightmares , even as a child .
some i remember clearly and could tell you all the slightest details , including smells and sounds .
the most recent , and most horrifying to me , was about my young son , whom i love very much .
i remember driving in an old truck , with my wife sitting next to me and she was in a panic and screaming .
my little son came floating up next to me , outside my window .
he had fangs , wild glowing eyes and was crying { i could see his tears ...}
i remember lashing out and punching him thru the open window .
he suddenly appeared on my wife's side window and began trying to crawl in .
i kicked at him and he fell away , never to be seen again .
my wife woke me up and said i had punched her on the arm , and that i had been crying .
i sat up and cried some more ...
Exactly my thoughts, that was a good post.
My dreams are fairly strange, much of the time.
One time I was with Bruce Springsteen, and we were going to Tijuana. The road there was a dirt road along a fence line, and Tom Petty came zooming up. He was a little remote control race car with a bobble-head Tom Petty head on it. He played a few bars from Free Falling. We asked him which way or something and he pointed toward a burned out building. He said he didn't want to go and zoomed away. So Bruce and I climbed down and down and down through the building, to get to Tijuana. I can't remember if we got there or not.
Another time I was in what I call The City. In this case there was the City of Death on one side, and the City of Life on the other. There is no bridge between them, and a river divides them. I wanted to cross, and the river looked very shallow, so I started to wade across. But the farther out I went, the deeper the water got, until I thought I would be washed away, so I turned back. As I went back to shore, the river got shallower and the waters all receded. I looked down at the bottom, and what looked like stones were all little objects, and it dawned on me that those were all the things people had tried to take across with them. But ultimately, one could not take anything across.
Another time I was on the other side. They showed me all around, including the place where you leave. It was the this big thing that looked like a weird Eastern European monument, and it just pointed upward. It was centered in what otherwise looked like an airport. So when you left, you just went out there someplace.
I dreamt I was in a medieval war, a mask which told me secrets (they were weird, too), and once that I was stuck in a machine that turned turned people into galaxies. It told me that basically it was there to erase my old soul and send me back to the cosmos, where I belonged. I was a kid when I had the dream, tho, and it freaked me out because I didn't want to get sucked out into the cosmos.
I had one where I was in The City, living in an abandoned office building which had been taken over by miscreants and weirdos. My kind of people. The lobby had been converted into a 24 hour bar and the offices were flophouse dormitory rooms. However, we had developed a way to get down to the bottom floor without taking so many stairs. One just leaned backward out the window and fell out. In order to avoid injury, you just really relaxed a lot and you were fine. The best part was when I demonstrated that instead of having to take the stairs back up, I could fly back up. Oh, the jealousy.
I wish I was making this up, but I'm not. That's what happens when I close my eyes at night. Actually, being asleep is way more fun than being awake for me. If I could just move into my dream world, I would.
One time I was with Bruce Springsteen, and we were going to Tijuana. The road there was a dirt road along a fence line, and Tom Petty came zooming up. He was a little remote control race car with a bobble-head Tom Petty head on it. He played a few bars from Free Falling. We asked him which way or something and he pointed toward a burned out building. He said he didn't want to go and zoomed away. So Bruce and I climbed down and down and down through the building, to get to Tijuana. I can't remember if we got there or not.
Another time I was in what I call The City. In this case there was the City of Death on one side, and the City of Life on the other. There is no bridge between them, and a river divides them. I wanted to cross, and the river looked very shallow, so I started to wade across. But the farther out I went, the deeper the water got, until I thought I would be washed away, so I turned back. As I went back to shore, the river got shallower and the waters all receded. I looked down at the bottom, and what looked like stones were all little objects, and it dawned on me that those were all the things people had tried to take across with them. But ultimately, one could not take anything across.
Another time I was on the other side. They showed me all around, including the place where you leave. It was the this big thing that looked like a weird Eastern European monument, and it just pointed upward. It was centered in what otherwise looked like an airport. So when you left, you just went out there someplace.
I dreamt I was in a medieval war, a mask which told me secrets (they were weird, too), and once that I was stuck in a machine that turned turned people into galaxies. It told me that basically it was there to erase my old soul and send me back to the cosmos, where I belonged. I was a kid when I had the dream, tho, and it freaked me out because I didn't want to get sucked out into the cosmos.
I had one where I was in The City, living in an abandoned office building which had been taken over by miscreants and weirdos. My kind of people. The lobby had been converted into a 24 hour bar and the offices were flophouse dormitory rooms. However, we had developed a way to get down to the bottom floor without taking so many stairs. One just leaned backward out the window and fell out. In order to avoid injury, you just really relaxed a lot and you were fine. The best part was when I demonstrated that instead of having to take the stairs back up, I could fly back up. Oh, the jealousy.
I wish I was making this up, but I'm not. That's what happens when I close my eyes at night. Actually, being asleep is way more fun than being awake for me. If I could just move into my dream world, I would.
The first and last of these dreams don't appear to give much insight into your psyche. They seem to be simple "mash up" type of dreams. Images of travelling along roads, remotely controlled cars, music, buildings, flying, all jumbled up into the psychedelic mess of the dreams that we are all so familiar with. You have dreams like this pretty much every night but forget all about them because you don't wake up at the right time.
The other dreams are more interesting.
This is the point when you would tell me about your second dream ("Another time I was in what I call The City.") and I would ask "How did you feel?"
You would then tell me the emotional context. "I felt scared", or "I felt lost", or "I felt strangely calm" or ...
I would then take that reply as my signpost and reflect the emotion back to you. "Did you feel lost because you didn't know where you were, or because you didn't know where you were going. You didn't know what was on the other side?" (for example).
Without that context, as with some of the other dreams, all I can do is look at the words that you use and take (hopefully) good guesses.
With your second dream, I think the progression goes something like this.
However you imagine The City, at the time of this dream it is very nebulous as a concept. You don't actually know what it looks like on the other side. (detail which is added in later dreams?). In your dream, you want to cross the river, but because you can't imagine exactly what it looks like, you can't cross.* There is no imagined geography to walk into so your mind finds a way out. In this case, you just turn around and walk back to the part of The City that you have created in your mind.
As for the stones turning into possessions? Well, it does seem to be a rather literal interpretation of the phrase "You can't take it with you when you go". Does that phrase have a great meaning to you? Does it sum up how you feel after buying stuff, then looking at all of the stuff you have and feeling that non of it gives your life any meaning? (Note: this is just a different way of asking "How did you feel").
Alternatively, it could just be one of those transitions that happen in dreams. You look at the rocks and your mind wants a bit more meaning so suddenly, they're "things". The fact that they are things that could not be taken across by anyone does seem significant.
I won't go into any detail about the other dreams (look at how much I have written about just one of them!). Looking at the dreams as a whole, I get a sense of disquiet about your existence. "What's it all about", "why are we here", possibly that feeling of "Cosmic loneliness".And yes, once again I am asking "How did you feel". All very human and normal by the way. I don't have any objective evidence for this, but from the conversations I have had, a reasonable percentage of people have these kinds of feelings at some point. For some of us, it never really goes away.
Feel free to tell me that I am writing b@~~£&!t. Without being there, this is a one sided, imagined conversation, which may be very very wrong.
* Not being able to dream things you have not seen or experienced is an old observation. The Marquis d'Hervey tried to jump of a tall building in one of his lucid dreams. Everything was fine until he got to the point of impact when "within a minute, he was back on the ground, unscathed". Having never experienced falling and hitting the ground in such a way, it was impossible for him to dream of the moment of impact. He just fell, then was suddenly on the ground, but no impact.
This. ^ ^ ^
Rest assured (pun intended) that in reality, a dead person buried under the ground has no consciousness and therefore cannot experience the dreadful feelings that you had in your dream. I was just a bad dream. Many people have them from time to time; sometimes unsettling dreams can be linked to diet or even environmental factors!
