Dreams
So, do dreams mean anything?
I normally don't remember my dreams, but I could recall this one vividly after waking. In it, I wasn't myself, and I'm not sure I *was* the person in the dream. It was a child, a young boy, and I saw him from a third person perspective visually...but felt his "emotions" as though they were my own, and sometimes saw through his eyes.
The story, as it played out, filled my mind with tons of information in a very short space in time. The boy had moved to this town a year earlier, and this was obviously not the first time he'd moved away. He had a father that was a career man, always on the move and never at home. There was a mother that just tried, desperately, to hold things together with a semblance of normalcy for a kid that essentially did not have a father, just a man whose physical living space had to be the child's as well. Over the past year, the boy had found one friend, a girl of the same age. The two were in a room together, when the mother walks in and is obviously trying to put on a proud and happy face, because the father figure got a promotion, and they need to move. Again. Immediately.
The story goes on, and it's a downward spiral of loneliness, stupidity, and regret from there on. Eventually my mind decided to split off from the setting because it was getting emotionally taxing, so the story in front of me became a "film" that "I" was watching. But the story trudges on. The boy grows up. He clings to any sort of emotional grounding he can find, and this leads to a string of ill-conceived relationships with any girl that will take him, because he had his first love wretched from underneath him. Eventually he gets married, more out of a fear of being alone for the rest of his life than out of love. His life becomes miserable, so he throws himself into work. And so his life ends up perpetuating a cycle.
It's a very cliche story, I know. But my subconscious mind isn't exactly a novelist.
So, to repeat the first question: Do dreams mean anything? Do any dreams stick out powerfully or vividly to you?
I normally don't remember my dreams, but I could recall this one vividly after waking. In it, I wasn't myself, and I'm not sure I *was* the person in the dream. It was a child, a young boy, and I saw him from a third person perspective visually...but felt his "emotions" as though they were my own, and sometimes saw through his eyes.
The story, as it played out, filled my mind with tons of information in a very short space in time. The boy had moved to this town a year earlier, and this was obviously not the first time he'd moved away. He had a father that was a career man, always on the move and never at home. There was a mother that just tried, desperately, to hold things together with a semblance of normalcy for a kid that essentially did not have a father, just a man whose physical living space had to be the child's as well. Over the past year, the boy had found one friend, a girl of the same age. The two were in a room together, when the mother walks in and is obviously trying to put on a proud and happy face, because the father figure got a promotion, and they need to move. Again. Immediately.
The story goes on, and it's a downward spiral of loneliness, stupidity, and regret from there on. Eventually my mind decided to split off from the setting because it was getting emotionally taxing, so the story in front of me became a "film" that "I" was watching. But the story trudges on. The boy grows up. He clings to any sort of emotional grounding he can find, and this leads to a string of ill-conceived relationships with any girl that will take him, because he had his first love wretched from underneath him. Eventually he gets married, more out of a fear of being alone for the rest of his life than out of love. His life becomes miserable, so he throws himself into work. And so his life ends up perpetuating a cycle.
It's a very cliche story, I know. But my subconscious mind isn't exactly a novelist.
So, to repeat the first question: Do dreams mean anything? Do any dreams stick out powerfully or vividly to you?
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Then I remember another part where the narrator said as the Grinch appeared, "...only to be transpired by the Grinch who-" then the Grinch disappears, "-didn't exist, but the camel-" that's actually a moose "-did exist, so the transpiration failed a black hole."
And I also remember a part with the moose declaring that he "must fight scabies!" and ran over to this pile of bugs and started pushing it.
It was probably the weirdest (if not funniest) dream I've had as far as my memory goes.
I think dreams mean something to the extent that they can be a way of processing thoughts; or working through stuff that you already know, deep down, but don't want to acknowledge.
I dream pretty vividly, to the point of talking in my sleep (and sometimes laughing and crying), although I'm rarely aware of doing it.
In general my dreams involve people who've been on my mind lately. When I'm stressed or worried, I tend to dream of being chased or otherwise threatened in some way. Sometimes I dream of flying and that's always super-awesome - I always wake up very happy after one of those ones. Flying is the best feeling.
The most stand-out dream I've had recently was about my grandmother, who passed away in February. She, my mother and I were having a picnic in a field, golden light, warm afternoon sun, all very happy and lovely. I hugged my grandmother and it really physically FELT like I was hugging her, the smell and the feel of her all came rushing back... it was simultaneously sad and wonderful to experience that again. I miss her a lot.
Edit: Oh, and also, I had a dream the other night where I was talking to my mum about something random, and she asked me what time it was. I looked down at my watch and told her, "3:34," and for some reason I immediately added "in 50 minutes, it will be 4:24," and then I woke up. When I was awake, I thought it was really weird that this happened, and I worked it out in my head to make sure my dream had got the numbers right. The funny thing is, I'm not brilliant at maths and it took me a good minute or so to figure it out (not to mention I was tired having only just woken up), but in the dream I got it with no hesitation at all. I've heard that when you're asleep you can work things out really well and you solve problems to do with your day-to-day life as you dream. I guess it applies to numbers as well.
Anyway, i rarely remember dreams, or even having them, but i had one a few days ago that i can only barely remember. I was robin hood, and was captured (and then Hung) in the process of saving some of the residents of Notingham. Then Little John built a time machine and tried to save me, but discovered he couldn't, because my death was his motivation for building said machine. It was a wierd cross between the folktale and HG. Wells: The Time Machine.
It prompted me to look him (Robin) up on wikipedia when i woke up though. I wanted to know how he died. Turns out he didn't...
I love nightmares though. I love the rush you get and the way they make you reflect upon things afterwards
I love dreams, though. I like reliving them in my mind, well the neater ones at least. It seems the feelings you experience are much more stronger in dreams, and that's a nice thing to get "high" on.
Here is a copy and paste from my deviantART journal describing them.
In the first, there were these two kids who were born into a surreal dreamworld where they could create whatever situation they wanted. And the background was blueish purple, for some reason. Purple always represents weirdness in my dreams. Anyway, the kids used the dreamworld to kill each other a lot. As they got older, they began to realise they should wake up. So they did.
I think it would make a good story if it was fleshed out a bit.
I can't remember the beginning of the second dream. I think I was completing tasks to do something important, like in a video game. Then I noticed that it was 2:30am and decided to go shoot aliens at Romani Ranch. But they reached the barn and abducted the cows and Romani, so I reloaded my last save state and tried again, succeeding this time.
The part I remember was clearly based on the Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. The alien shooting scene even looked identical to the game, although it didn't last as long. Maybe I've been playing it too much. I know that when I woke up, played the game, and went to Romani Ranch on Day 3, I was more disturbed than usual by the consequences of not being around to save Romani earlier. It's a great game.
Last night I dreamed that a world very much like Discworld had some sort of disaster, and ended up turning into a castle-like spaceship. I had the controls and was in charge of rebuilding after the disaster. It was awesome.
I like the first dream the best. I'm so awesome that I dream about other people having dreams.
I feel like that kind of thing happens all the time to me, but I can't think of any examples right now.
I had a story about a dreamworld. The main character first can just control her own dreams. But then she realises she can also go into other people's dreams and interact with them and they'll remember (and think they dreamt it). Then more and more people find out they can do the same thing.
It was used for sex more than for killing each other though >.> There was a whole part about whether it counted as cheating or not since it didn't actually happen. Then there were the first murders and people started to wonder if there should be laws preventing people to kill each other in their sleep. Once in a while being kind of okay, but doing it every night becoming emotional harassment and stuff.
The whole thing was made muddier by the fact not everyone could enter other people's dreams, and those who could sometimes had limited control over that. And also, it was hard to determine if something was just a dream you had on your own, or an interaction with someone else within the dreamworld.
I liked this story. I wish it was possible, it would be much better than the Internet. I mean, you'd be able to interact with people who are far, far away in all the ways you can with someone who's right next to you, and more (since it's a dream, you can probably fly and stuff if you want).
I also occasionally dream parts of the next day, random amounts of it. one I dreamt the whole next day, and once I dreamt like five minutes of two weeks afterwards