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Post by Abby on Dec 22, 2007 18:18:40 GMT -5
I went to the movies last night with my friend Stephen (somebody I've had a crush on for a while, heh) and he gave me an early Christmas present. It's called "My Dream Journal", and it's really cool. I was talking with Crystal over MSN last night, and we've decided that dreams really do reflect what's going on in your subconcious... So... I was thinking you guys could post your most latest dream here and I could PM you with what my Journal says it means. I won't post it in the public, though.  Not unless you want me to. For instance, my last dream basically told me what I already knew: I'm a very insecure person who only feels comfortable in situations that don't involve social battles. (My dream was of a big brainwashing cult who captured me so I kept running and running and threw a bomb into a Toxic Waste bin and ordered my friend to get out.) And, not surprisingly, the diagnosis is correct.  |
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Post by crystal on Dec 22, 2007 20:32:27 GMT -5
Well I had a dream last night. It's kinda fuzzy now, but I'll see if I can remember it >.> Basically I was trying to bake something... a pie. And I was trying to do it mostly myself, since I like to do things on my own, and I like to think I am competent and capable enough to do everything on my own. However my dad was helping me a little, and my mom was as well, I think... or at least she was watching and/or supervising. I think I might've been a kid in the dream, but I'm not sure :/ Anyway, the pie was a bit unusual, because somehow it was many different colors, and the texture was nothing like any pie I had ever seen. And somehow it seemed like I sorta went from doing it all myself to just helping my parents bake the pie. And the dream kind of switched back and fourth to who was doing most of the work--one moment my dad was in charge of it, the next moment, my mom was. They both seemed to be taking turns with it, in the end, I guess. And I was just helping out. Anyway, I think something went mildly wrong during the baking of the pie... I'm not sure what, but I started to feel like it was my fault, and perhaps my parents sorta acted like it was my fault, even though in the end it was decided that it was just an accident. But anyway, when my dad began to slice up the pie, the inner filling was kind of odd. See, the crust of the pie was kinda... purple and blue, and like I said it was an odd texture, more like dried out frosting or something. The inside was red strawberries that looked more like cherries, and there were butterscotch candies in there as well. Sooo... that's when I woke up. I know, I dream weird dreams  |
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Post by Abby on Dec 22, 2007 20:40:33 GMT -5
Whoa... I'd eat that pie! Alright... there's not much in here about pies... but here what I have: Apparently, you are 'faced with a task that perplexes you', but you have a good tendency to balance nurturing and protective instincts, and your authority and power. OR you could be surrounded by people like that... Like I said before, it's not real specific. It says it could also be a common anxiety dream, where you're not comfortable in waking like and feel you are doing something wrong and the people around you recognize that. ^*scratches head* Does that help? (I'm not real good at this.  ) |
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Post by Rain on Dec 23, 2007 7:05:49 GMT -5
Well this sounds extra weird but th most frequent dreams I have often involve people I recognise - But not real pople, people from movies or games
Im oftn in a battle either with them or against them :S
Its not because im watching them to much on TV or in games because sometimes it can happn randomly when i havent played a certain gam for 3 months or so??
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Post by Abby on Dec 23, 2007 10:30:24 GMT -5
Um... It says you have repressed fear or anxiety with other parts of your psyche. Or you're 'battling your other instincts to do what's right, or proper.' Or it could mean nothing. If you often feel fear in your dreams or you are the attacker, your subconcious is telling you you're doing damage to some parts of your psyche. Disclaimer: Nothing Nell says should be taken as serious, because books and Google CAN be misleading. |
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Post by darthnotrevan on Dec 23, 2007 13:44:41 GMT -5
I had this really odd dream last night...perhaps just 'cause I'm a guitarist? It was also one of the longest dreams I've ever had. Anyway, I'm sitting there on a stool with my guitar and it just flat out won't tune. I then spent a few minutes/ hours replacing the strings, which I also have trouble doing in the dream...so then I spend the rest of the dream trying to tune the guitar and right when finish tuning the last string I wake up. Pretty weird, eh? |
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Post by Rain on Dec 23, 2007 14:26:21 GMT -5
Well i sorta agree with the 'battling your other instincts to do what's right, or proper' part but im not so sure on the fear part lol  |
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Post by Abby on Dec 23, 2007 14:34:48 GMT -5
I had this really odd dream last night...perhaps just 'cause I'm a guitarist? It was also one of the longest dreams I've ever had. Anyway, I'm sitting there on a stool with my guitar and it just flat out won't tune. I then spent a few minutes/ hours replacing the strings, which I also have trouble doing in the dream...so then I spend the rest of the dream trying to tune the guitar and right when finish tuning the last string I wake up. Pretty weird, eh? Alright. It looks like your subconcious is telling you that you're having trouble doing something, and that when you're done doing it you think it may be too late.  |
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Post by darthnotrevan on Dec 23, 2007 14:41:20 GMT -5
Hmm...alright thanks then. Perhaps its true...
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Post by Abby on Dec 23, 2007 15:06:11 GMT -5
*raises hands* I don't know, I'm just the admin. |
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Post by darthnotrevan on Dec 23, 2007 16:00:01 GMT -5
Who has all the answers. |
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Post by Abby on Dec 23, 2007 17:49:51 GMT -5
...who *thinks* she knows anything.
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Post by Rain on Dec 23, 2007 17:51:46 GMT -5
Dont worry Nell We know your not vain ... |
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Post by Junk Angel on Dec 23, 2007 17:55:41 GMT -5
Sounds great  Well this time to mine I don't remember it too clearly, but there was a swirling vortex of colors, orange, pink and black seemed to be dominating. Though there were about all the colors of the spectrum present. There was some very slow, sweet somewhat sad music playing. I'm not quite sure what it could have been. Then came a change, a switch. The colors prolonged, shifted into lines and then disappeared. And I think i saw some uncertain person. He started walking toward me. Just as his features became clearer, I woke up. I absolutely don't know what to make out of it. :~ |
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Post by Abby on Dec 23, 2007 21:51:56 GMT -5
Alright... The colors stand for a lesser form of passion, creativity, and simulation, while there is a lot of mourning, or death. The black may not mean anything, though. The music indicated you like a normal, people but somewhat routine life. The man is whatever your emotional response makes of it. Curious, afraid, ect.
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