Post by themightyjenjen on Feb 7, 2005 18:04:46 GMT -5
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Okay, I have decided that to help get better at remembering my dreams to make this my nightly dream log- and if any of you want to try your hand at interpretation I am all for it. Just be warned that I will not hesitate the x-rated parts of dreams, because I feel they are just as important if not more notable as the rest. And keep in my bedtime is sometime in the early morning hours…
Lets start with the longest and most disturbing of the dreams, I am an unseen entity in this dream, I float or fly, and rarely hear anything, I simply understand what is happening. I am floating above a hill of an island, somewhere either in Central America or the Mediterranean. I am level with the mansion at the top of the hill, however I am floating out above the villages below nearer the coast. I am admiring the beauty of the plaster mansion with its huge walls of tinted glass, and the huge shining green leaves, bouncing slowly in the calm tropical breezes. The contrast of the green leaves and blue cloudless sky had me entranced, but then came the family, they all, father, mother and two children, a younger boy and elder girl, came out with confused, horrified, stunned looks on their faces, as they look down and behind me at the coast. What was happening I wondered, but as I turned around I saw- the thick dark, ashen rolling clouds that glowed fiery red, it was covering over the blue sky and blocking out the sun, leaving under it an eerie red glow. What was happening? I was not afraid, just perplexed, I felt detached as I was. I watched the villagers running and screaming up the hill towards the families’ mansion, upon closer inspection from my high vantage point I saw walking on the water, wading in the surf and storming on the land, these charred skeletons, they carried swords of fire, and sought out human life wherever it was, they killed everyone, they knew where people hid. I floated to the family, curious as to what they would do, the father to action- he and the woman grabbed the children and ran under the fat leaves, I knew hiding would do nothing to save them. However the father understood this and I realized there was a hidden tunnel that the foliage was covering, I understood this tunnel to be an empty lava chamber. The family ran into this dark tunnel, not see the hole and jagged rock as we as I could. But on they ran, I wanted to see what was happening above, so thru the very rock I went, I saw that even if the family wanted to turn back they couldn’t, the mansion was now engulfed in flame and as I rose above the ground I have come thru the fiery structure heaved forward and the flames shot higher, all around me the vegetation was smoldering and people lay dead, the sky into the horizon was covered in the thick ashen clouds that now were raining balls of fire. I began to feel as if these creatures were everywhere on the face of the planet. I went back to the family, back down thru the rock I went, I ended up in front of the family, now dirty with soot and sweaty from the strain and heat in the chamber, ahead of them and behind me there came an orange glow, the source still hidden. I wondered if it could be magma, and if maybe they were running to their death, but I could not and did not do anything.
I was being transported to another place; this place was nestled high in the mountains, still very tropical, the natives wearing little to no clothing, the men- for I only saw men in the water -above which I floated- had skin of a deep cinnamon color and thick white hair, and their faces thick with wrinkles. The setting was a still body of water, with the peaks of mountains surrounding it; the side of the water that had villages had lush trees and a village. The locals very way of life was the water, but not for fishing, the tourist or foreigners came to this wooden dock that tilted into the water, one of the water men would pop up out of the water and offer up a carved out wooden bowl, into which the foreigner put anything of value into. The man would go under the water and come back some time later with local currency- that looked to be like small flattened, unprinted tarnished metal disks. My immediate thought was that they were ripping off the foreigners. Then came a man in a white <a style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=24&k=linen%20suit" onmouseover="window.status='linen suit'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">linen suit</a> that had a southern accent, he looked at me- me- although he could not see me, and he stated that ‘his people’ don’t seek to rip people off and invited me to follow one of the divers underwater and see. I took him up on the offer and went to the dock by a diver, unseen by all, as the diver went under I went right along side- deeper and deep to this underwater weighing device. The local out the foreign currency on one dish and equaled the weigh with their local currency on the other side, then put the local currency into the bowl and headed up. I was please to see this, I returned to my place above the water to gaze at the beautiful mountains and on the opposite side of the water was the backside of a mountain no real vegetations, mostly rocks, and a cave- which the family stumbled out of. They had made it, however it was brought to my attention that while I could understand what everyone thought and said, the families and locals did not have a common language. The watermen swan across and helped the family across while they tried to describe what happened to their own island. The Mother was terrified the skeletons would find there way to this paradise. But to me – the detached floating specter I was not worried in the least.
Next dream:
The setting is a 1970’s style bathroom, the likes I have not seen in my waking life, and from what I glimpsed of the living room from the propped open bathroom door the whole house is done up ala 1970’s. Shane is with me, and the point of view flips from ‘thru my eyes’ to ‘shaking blair witch project camera man’. I am pregnant in the dream, and going into labor, although in the dream I am skinnier by far than I am now.
Okay- I am standing between the toilet and sink, and above the toilet is a towel cupboard, I am breathing heavy, but only know this from seeing my chest move, I hear nothing and feel nothing, only really think and see. I realize I am in labor, and (as in real life I plan to go the unassisted childbirth route) I am trying to get in the right mind frame, I go to the tub and turn on the <a style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=24&k=hot%20water" onmouseover="window.status='hot water'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">hot water</a>, but I see no water- but for some reason I just assume water is pouring, I reach into the towel cupboard and pull out a raw egg, from a carton that is up there- for some reason. I bite into the shell- (don’t ask why but in this dream universe I am required to eat eggs in labor) the shell cracks just a little but the taste in my mouth of the shell is so disgusting I fear I won’t be able to go on. I keep trying to get myself to eat the egg but I just can’t do it, its too gross. Then it hit me- why don’t I hard boil them and take the shell off! (What the hell was I smoking in the dream universe anyway!) SO I set the overly jumpy out Shane to the task. He reaches into the towel cupboard and pulls out the eggs- carton and all, turns on the hot water in the sink, which is invisible or something- but in the dream world we don’t notice- and he sets the entire carton of eggs in the sink to hard boil them. I am starting to wake up from this dream slowly all the while ranting about needing to eat hard-boiled eggs in labor.
I had other dreams, one about a baby, but I can’t remember this, all I see is me holding a sleepy baby in my arms, with its head on my shoulder and its got on a pair of old footie pajamas- ( the kind I had when I was little) this scene I am looking at myself, then I change and I am looking thru my eyes and a little girl with dark hair shaking a metallic purple pom-pom thing at me, and I am smiling. ( But I have been a nanny for about 7 years and my next job starts in May- so <a style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=24&k=baby%20dreams" onmouseover="window.status='baby dreams'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">baby dreams</a> are not that odd to me)
Any interesting ideas about these – just let me know-
JenJen
Okay, I have decided that to help get better at remembering my dreams to make this my nightly dream log- and if any of you want to try your hand at interpretation I am all for it. Just be warned that I will not hesitate the x-rated parts of dreams, because I feel they are just as important if not more notable as the rest. And keep in my bedtime is sometime in the early morning hours…
Lets start with the longest and most disturbing of the dreams, I am an unseen entity in this dream, I float or fly, and rarely hear anything, I simply understand what is happening. I am floating above a hill of an island, somewhere either in Central America or the Mediterranean. I am level with the mansion at the top of the hill, however I am floating out above the villages below nearer the coast. I am admiring the beauty of the plaster mansion with its huge walls of tinted glass, and the huge shining green leaves, bouncing slowly in the calm tropical breezes. The contrast of the green leaves and blue cloudless sky had me entranced, but then came the family, they all, father, mother and two children, a younger boy and elder girl, came out with confused, horrified, stunned looks on their faces, as they look down and behind me at the coast. What was happening I wondered, but as I turned around I saw- the thick dark, ashen rolling clouds that glowed fiery red, it was covering over the blue sky and blocking out the sun, leaving under it an eerie red glow. What was happening? I was not afraid, just perplexed, I felt detached as I was. I watched the villagers running and screaming up the hill towards the families’ mansion, upon closer inspection from my high vantage point I saw walking on the water, wading in the surf and storming on the land, these charred skeletons, they carried swords of fire, and sought out human life wherever it was, they killed everyone, they knew where people hid. I floated to the family, curious as to what they would do, the father to action- he and the woman grabbed the children and ran under the fat leaves, I knew hiding would do nothing to save them. However the father understood this and I realized there was a hidden tunnel that the foliage was covering, I understood this tunnel to be an empty lava chamber. The family ran into this dark tunnel, not see the hole and jagged rock as we as I could. But on they ran, I wanted to see what was happening above, so thru the very rock I went, I saw that even if the family wanted to turn back they couldn’t, the mansion was now engulfed in flame and as I rose above the ground I have come thru the fiery structure heaved forward and the flames shot higher, all around me the vegetation was smoldering and people lay dead, the sky into the horizon was covered in the thick ashen clouds that now were raining balls of fire. I began to feel as if these creatures were everywhere on the face of the planet. I went back to the family, back down thru the rock I went, I ended up in front of the family, now dirty with soot and sweaty from the strain and heat in the chamber, ahead of them and behind me there came an orange glow, the source still hidden. I wondered if it could be magma, and if maybe they were running to their death, but I could not and did not do anything.
I was being transported to another place; this place was nestled high in the mountains, still very tropical, the natives wearing little to no clothing, the men- for I only saw men in the water -above which I floated- had skin of a deep cinnamon color and thick white hair, and their faces thick with wrinkles. The setting was a still body of water, with the peaks of mountains surrounding it; the side of the water that had villages had lush trees and a village. The locals very way of life was the water, but not for fishing, the tourist or foreigners came to this wooden dock that tilted into the water, one of the water men would pop up out of the water and offer up a carved out wooden bowl, into which the foreigner put anything of value into. The man would go under the water and come back some time later with local currency- that looked to be like small flattened, unprinted tarnished metal disks. My immediate thought was that they were ripping off the foreigners. Then came a man in a white <a style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=24&k=linen%20suit" onmouseover="window.status='linen suit'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">linen suit</a> that had a southern accent, he looked at me- me- although he could not see me, and he stated that ‘his people’ don’t seek to rip people off and invited me to follow one of the divers underwater and see. I took him up on the offer and went to the dock by a diver, unseen by all, as the diver went under I went right along side- deeper and deep to this underwater weighing device. The local out the foreign currency on one dish and equaled the weigh with their local currency on the other side, then put the local currency into the bowl and headed up. I was please to see this, I returned to my place above the water to gaze at the beautiful mountains and on the opposite side of the water was the backside of a mountain no real vegetations, mostly rocks, and a cave- which the family stumbled out of. They had made it, however it was brought to my attention that while I could understand what everyone thought and said, the families and locals did not have a common language. The watermen swan across and helped the family across while they tried to describe what happened to their own island. The Mother was terrified the skeletons would find there way to this paradise. But to me – the detached floating specter I was not worried in the least.
Next dream:
The setting is a 1970’s style bathroom, the likes I have not seen in my waking life, and from what I glimpsed of the living room from the propped open bathroom door the whole house is done up ala 1970’s. Shane is with me, and the point of view flips from ‘thru my eyes’ to ‘shaking blair witch project camera man’. I am pregnant in the dream, and going into labor, although in the dream I am skinnier by far than I am now.
Okay- I am standing between the toilet and sink, and above the toilet is a towel cupboard, I am breathing heavy, but only know this from seeing my chest move, I hear nothing and feel nothing, only really think and see. I realize I am in labor, and (as in real life I plan to go the unassisted childbirth route) I am trying to get in the right mind frame, I go to the tub and turn on the <a style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=24&k=hot%20water" onmouseover="window.status='hot water'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">hot water</a>, but I see no water- but for some reason I just assume water is pouring, I reach into the towel cupboard and pull out a raw egg, from a carton that is up there- for some reason. I bite into the shell- (don’t ask why but in this dream universe I am required to eat eggs in labor) the shell cracks just a little but the taste in my mouth of the shell is so disgusting I fear I won’t be able to go on. I keep trying to get myself to eat the egg but I just can’t do it, its too gross. Then it hit me- why don’t I hard boil them and take the shell off! (What the hell was I smoking in the dream universe anyway!) SO I set the overly jumpy out Shane to the task. He reaches into the towel cupboard and pulls out the eggs- carton and all, turns on the hot water in the sink, which is invisible or something- but in the dream world we don’t notice- and he sets the entire carton of eggs in the sink to hard boil them. I am starting to wake up from this dream slowly all the while ranting about needing to eat hard-boiled eggs in labor.
I had other dreams, one about a baby, but I can’t remember this, all I see is me holding a sleepy baby in my arms, with its head on my shoulder and its got on a pair of old footie pajamas- ( the kind I had when I was little) this scene I am looking at myself, then I change and I am looking thru my eyes and a little girl with dark hair shaking a metallic purple pom-pom thing at me, and I am smiling. ( But I have been a nanny for about 7 years and my next job starts in May- so <a style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=24&k=baby%20dreams" onmouseover="window.status='baby dreams'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">baby dreams</a> are not that odd to me)
Any interesting ideas about these – just let me know-
JenJen
I guess since it's your dream, I couldn't truly know anyhow.