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Dream Analysis
I had a weird dream last week.
I was hiding in a ventilator duct. A maintenance guy (toolbox, blue coveralls) accidentally stumbled across my hiding place. I stabbed him to death. A little old lady (white hair, floral dress) wandered into my duct and found me. I twisted her head until her neck broke. Dream analysis is not my hobby, but the interpretation of this one seems pretty obvious, no? Murdering essential workers and elderly, duh. Any interesting dreams to report? This is a safe space, we won’t tell anything if we think you’re a psychopath. |
This makes complete sense according to Jungian Analysis, if it was a Vanagon maintenance guy
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Have had many dreams where chased by a killer or when I'm after someone....but never have any of them came to an ending where either died.
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Dreams are just your mind playing with itself. Dream have no meaning other than you were sound asleep in REM mode.
Lots of people over the years try to place some meaning to dreams, and they all do it for one reason, MONEY. Go pay some head shrink a few grand and he will make up some BS and tell you some "meaning" and then go to another pro and tell him the exact same dream. You will get a totally different BS interpretation. |
Maybe you just wanted to be left alone and nobody was going to change that?
(i.e feeling overworked) Hiding from something else would put it all in a different context. (you ate that last dove bar and wifey is gonna murder ya when she finds out) Any written language description to someone else on a distant screen removes about 95-99% of the original information and substance. |
great..now that will be my dream.
i dont think it means anything. maybe you had gas? |
I keep dreaming that I'm a hot dog chasing a taco thru a tunnel. :confused:
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http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1589234260.jpg PS I haven't had had a dream that I could remember in decades. Just doesn't happen. |
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You also have underlying tendencies of rage and violence (but are otherwise a lovely person). No money required GH. Next dream please. |
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jyl has experienced a premonition into the FUTURE! Old lady and maintenance man are in mortal danger from a real killer who is on the loose. Run as fast as you can and find the nearest old lady. The older, the better. That will be her! Flail your arms vigorously and yell loudly (because she might be hard of hearing) warning her about what you have seen. Warn her!!!! Warn her NOW!!!! and let us know how THAT goes. :D
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I'm climbing a tall set of curved stone stairs someplace exotic. There is a small monkey with me who keeps slipping on the wet moss. I pick him up and carry, explaining that I can climb them easily because stairs are made for human limbs and not animals.
The curve gets tighter and tighter up into a pointed spiral in the sky. I have to squeeze through a horizontally narrow space carrying a massive rut sack but do it easily, which should be physically impossible. At the top it is cold wet and breezy. The tower is next to a huge waterfall. There is a jump to a distant narrow mossy ledge. I'm thinking what the men who built this tower were capable of. Day after day of hauling precise stones and the tower having lasted so long. And I only climbed it once. I make the jump with ease but keep going and don't stop to help the others in my group. There is an old white-haired lady looking sad behind me. Nobody else helps or even notices her despite the crowd on the land side. I'm sure there is a system for it. There has to be. I put on my wet suit and grab the boogie board. There are two shallow pools of saftey before the waterfall drop into frothy misty outer space. I surf over the waterfall down down down and it turns into an ice slide about halfway through past the rocks at the bottom. That was easy. A crowd of reporters cheers and flashing light bulbs greet me at the bottom. Then the cute girlfriend of a once close childhood friend splashes into the water behind me. I wait to get out because I want to ask her where he is. She doesn't know and doesn't seem to care. I figure all the reporters will tell him I was there. I leave to go get lunch at the cafe but she desperately wants to tag along. Whatever. We will probably find the friend there. The cafe is warm but she gradually becomes very attentive and clingy and is starting to piss me off. Is she hitting on me? Another childhood friend by the same name, once fat and dopey but now thin and professional with glasses, bursts in and announces my friend died an hour ago. "Didn't you hear?" |
It has to do with pent-up feelings about your mother. Oh, and about being a sexual deviant. $200 please.
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Forgot the spelling of your name. Should I make the check out to Dr. Freud or Fraud?
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I’m the passenger in a souped-up Jeep being driven by a stoner buddy going waaay too fast toward a steep hill at the end of a dead-end road.
Up we went. Like, straight up into the air. Stopped for sec in mid-air just like the Coyote in a hundred Roadruner Toons. Then down, down down... Woke up screaming, drenched in sweat, heart pounding and half hanging off the bed. Will never forget it. |
I had two reoccurring dreams as a child. One was I was on a narrow ledge that ran along the inside of a stone castle. The castle was made of large blocks of stone, like 4’x4’. High enough that I never saw the floor. The room was lit by a few torches but pretty dark. Now The ledge went around the room at one level, just wide enough that my back was always pressed to the wall. Now it gets a bit weirder. Frankenstein was on the same ledge also with back pressed against wall shimming after me. I was probably 6-8 years old based on it being in the first house I lived in. Always wondered what that meant.
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5 cents please. |
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Dr. Fraud is the name and analysis is the game. |
My reoccurring dream as a young child, which lasted into my 20s, was one where I knew there was an evil force or person behind the front door which had always been open just a crack. I would run to the door and to try to force it shut just when there was a horrible screaming roaring sound on the other side which always managed to force the door open. At the point the door was forced open I always woke up feeling terrified.
Analysis: I always resented my father as my mother’s lover and my Id always wanted her for myself. Thanks a lot Freud. Definitely not. |
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