Dream Analysis

[tabs]

The white haired old lady is is an archetype of the wise old feminine aspect of your personality or perception there of.. it could represent a woman in your life that has some wisdom that uncovered something about you that you don't want discovered or found out about at some level. . The same with the maintenance man.. So you are in the closet about something..that you don't want found out..the question becomes why are you hiding..

The old lady is the counter part to the wise old man..

[stevej37]

Originally Posted by tabs

. I remember looking at the car parked at the curb through the guys living room picture window while my Dad made the deal. He paid 3500 cash for the car.

Those were the days! My first car, a 66 Chevelle, had a sticker of $2600
Of course, I made less than $75/week in wages then.

[GH85Carrera]

Originally Posted by tabs

You tell me a lot about yourself by your comments...I shows me the process of your thinking and what your limitations are. Not believing in the veracity of dreams as a subconscious process that has importance shows me that I can blindside you and you won't even know it is coming or where it came from. You can be manipulated. Fact of life..

Sure, right. Yep that the ticket. Whatever you say.

You are 100% free to believe whatever silly nonsense you want. I will remain a skeptic and totally content, safe and secure in my world of reality.

[ramonesfreak]

Originally Posted by DWBOX2000

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.

i had a recurring dream with a similar theme. mine started probably around age 2. they haunted me so bad i still remember clearly now at 48

our backyard had tall hedges enclosing the backyard. i would hide underneath them and crawl back and forth trying to keep hidden from a t-rex dino that did nothing but hunt me

the past few decades i’ve had similar recurring nightmares where no matter where i am, a hole in the floor opens up and a demon (devil?) reaches through and pulls me in and i wake up when i feel the pull towards the hole

the worst one is a recurring scenario where me and my family are in a building, (always a different place-usually i don’t recognize) and a gang of killers break in and a horrifying chase takes place for hours, sometimes days, and always ends with me being killed and always having a realization just before i die that i know i’m going to die and that my family was still alive and there was nothing i could do to save them from the killers. i accept it and die and wake up

[tabs]

Originally Posted by GH85Carrera

Sure, right. Yep that the ticket. Whatever you say.

You are 100% free to believe whatever silly nonsense you want. I will remain a skeptic and totally content, safe and secure in my world of reality.

After consulting with the Ouija Board, doing the Tarots, gazing at the stars and examining the feces from my last bowel movement ...The determination is that there is no use arguing with you no matter what is said you will remain unconvinced.

Never the less there is a Quantitative Reality..where death is the ultimate quantitative reality.

And there is a Qualitative Reality where Love is the ultimate qualitative reality. You can not touch love nor measure love yet it exists.

[john70t]

Originally Posted by tabs

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Originally Posted by GH85Carrera

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Originally Posted by tabs

my you you You

...
Peace. bros.

[jyl]

You guys are too into snakes. Let's not get into wet dreams . . .

[jyl]

So I did think of an interesting story. I don't usually remember my dreams upon awakening. When I was a lawyer, I learned that if I ever did wake up and remember my dream, that was a alert that I needed to rush into the office and manually go through all my cases, and I'd find a filing deadline that I'd forgotten. It worked 100% of the time - I never failed to find a forgotten deadline after a remembered dream, and I never failed to be alerted to a forgotten deadline by a remembered dream. It worked for well over a decade. Then we went to computerized calendaring, and forgetting deadlines wasn't such an occupational hazard. Unfortunately, this dream sentry doesn't seem to work in any other aspect of my life or in my subsequent professions. Its been a quarter-century since the dream sentry alerted me; I expect he's gone by now.

[john70t]

I used to consistently wake five minutes before the radio alarm no matter what. The conception of 'time' is strange.

My two reoccurring dreams from the 70s-80s were:
1). A T-Rex skull outside my second floor bedroom window with lightning.
2). A race to the bottom of the hill on a long dirt track zigzag course. Everyone ran ahead before I knew they were even gone. Meanwhile I slowly built a suspension cart to go straight down. Tortoise vs the Hare thing. Still waiting to realize that one.

[jyl]

Woah, just woke up after a weird one.

I’ve agreed to play a gig with my friend at the jazz club, as the day approaches I realize I need to call him and beg off because I can’t actually play jazz. I’m walking in an area of town with some shops, and I get out my phone and try to call. Then I notice something weird happening in the shop I’m in, a woman is being dismembered except there is no-one doing it, the woman is just laying on the floor coming apart into pieces. I leave the store but people are rushing into it to take selfies with the auto-disassembling body and post or text those to their friends. Cops respond, I walk on, trying to call but I can’t get through, my phone isn’t working and won’t recognize my handwriting or get a signal. As I walk, more gruesome stuff happens, crowds form around it, cops respond. I realize the cops are cutting off the cell signal around where the things are happening to stop the selfie posting crowds, and I have to get away if I’m to call my friend and get out of the jazz gig. I end up at the club around when the gig is starting, then the manager of the club is calling on my phone, but I don’t pick it up and am wandering around, a little bit in the club and a little bit outside. Inside the club there are two friendly big chow chow dogs, they remember me and I pet them, one is hanging on a coat rack. Outside the club, society is falling apart, there are homeless people and cardboard shacks and people selling household stuff on the sidewalk. I lose something from my pocket that is important to me, and think about how this is exactly like the same dream I had before, except the name of my jazz-playing friend is different, this time it is a guy named Mapps who recently won election to city council, last time my friend called me instead of the club manager, the gruesome events are a little different, and the chow wasn’t hanging on the coat hanger before and hadn’t looked so much like a fur coat. I woke up and am trying to figure out if I’ve actually had the dream before - I am pretty sure I have but don’t really trust my mind to distinguish between a memory and a dream memory.

I hope this doesn’t become a recurring dream, or a dream where I dream about a recruiting dream, because the gruesome stuff is unpleasant, even if this time it was more abstract, e.g. the woman was being auto-dismembered instead of having others do it for/to her like last time I “had” the dream.

[Aurel]

I have been dreaming a lot more since the pandemic started. Did anyone notice the same?

[WPOZZZ]

I had a weird one last night too. I was with my mom and I took her to meet a famous sumo wrestler from Hawaii. Next thing I know I'm taking a dump on a Japanese toilet. The sumo wrestler hands me a handkerchief to wipe myself. Then one of his subordinates comes and retrieves the soiled handkerchief and says, "We do not flush that in Japan". Next thing I know, we're 4 wheeling in a cave and roll over because the incline was too steep.

[Fast Freddy 944]

Bro you sound like a psycopath, got check youself in at an institution, and good luck..

[pwd72s]

Last night dreamed I was driving A BMW on the streets of a strange city.

Weird. Never had a BMW nor the desire to own one.

[jyl]

Originally Posted by Fast Freddy 944

Bro you sound like a psycopath, got check youself in at an institution, and good luck..

Right?

Unfortunately I spent my childhood reading scary-as-crap comics like “Tales From The Crypt” that really shouldn’t have been sold to an 8 year old. There were always people being decapitated, burned alive, hanging on meathooks, etc in those. We under-supervised kids used to huddle around, goggling at the horrific pictures. I guess it was our version of Freddy and other horror movies. I can’t stand horror movies, though.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tales_from_the_Crypt_(comics)

[RWebb]

sounds like you had a sheltered existence

we threw knives at each other's feet, and "explored" the swamp full of dangerous snakes, and snapping turtles; rumored gator back there but we never saw it

once we put this big turtle in some kids little red wagon and played with it - I stuck a stick about the size of a broom stick near it and it bit the stick in half - that's how I learned it was a snapping turtle

also stinging caterpillars - nobody died from them but the pain was amazing
also, played with baby snakes - found out later they were water moccasins

[DanielDudley]

Sounds like you'd better join the club, jyl.
That's a pretty straightforward dream.

[Bob Kontak]

Originally Posted by DanielDudley

Sounds like you'd better join the club, jyl.
That's a pretty straightforward dream.

The stabbing and neck snapping is a bit on the fringe.

Strangest dream for me was in a rail yard at night and Nazis were chasing me over, under and around the rail cars. They cornered me and machine gunned me to death.

Didn't care for that one a single bit. Probably during annual evaluation time. Lol.

[WPOZZZ]

Originally Posted by Bob Kontak

The stabbing and neck snapping is a bit on the fringe.

Strangest dream for me was in a rail yard at night and Nazis were chasing me over, under and around the rail cars. They cornered me and machine gunned me to death.

Didn't care for that one a single bit. Probably during annual evaluation time. Lol.

I thought you weren't supposed to die in your dreams.

[jyl]

Woah, that was an interesting dream and not in a good way

It started as the standard “unprepared” dream. Sometimes these have you giving a presentation and realizing you’re not wearing any pants, etc. In my case, I’m standing in a courtroom and the judge is asking me what witness I’m going to call and I’m staring at a file I’ve never seen before and I have no witnesses and don’t even know what the case is. Ok, standard enough. But this time the dream won’t let me go i.e. wake up. I stand there, the increasingly irritated judge repeating the question, opposing counsel watching in amazement, the jury looking puzzled. This goes on, while I frantically hunt through the file and struggle to figure out what is going on. Finally I have to ask the judge for a recess, tell him I’m suffering some sort of mental episode, and beg him for a continuance until the next day. He’s is furious but trying to not blow up, opposing counsel is sympathetic and delighted. When I leave the jury is all there whispering and pointing. The dream still won’t let me go. I go back to the office and there is no other file on the case, and goes from there. I end up breaking into the courtroom looking for the court file. Then I finally woke up. Not fun.