This is a very vague dream snippet. A group of people were in a forest and a monster was drawing nearer to them. I was worried for them but not among them, as far as I can tell.
Someone near me said that they wouldn't be going through that danger if they'd not thought about it so much, indicating that the power of their minds was what created their situation, and that they had a choice.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Silence, Distance, Tim and I On a City Train
Tim and I were standing on a city train. We were silent, and there was much distance between us. I was at one end of the car, and he was at the other. We were both looking down, and now and then, I looked over at him. I think we had just had an argument earlier on in the dream.
This had a sad feel to it, like we had split up. I hope it never comes true.
This had a sad feel to it, like we had split up. I hope it never comes true.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Breastfeeding
I was in a room with Tim and friends of his. I was a new mom with a baby at my breast (even though I'm not a current new mother in waking life), and for some reason I was breast-feeding right out in the open. Then, to my horror, I looked down, and it was not the head of a baby sucking at my nipple, but my fully grown boyfriend. And he was not doing so in a sexual manner but like a baby needing sustenance. I recoiled with a shriek and jerked away. Then, I heard one of his friends calmly say, "Yeah, that happens sometimes."
Black Cloud On a Sunny Day
I was riding through the city in the back of a taxi beside a coworker of mine. He's a religious man. In the dream he sat serenely looking forward, as did I before I noticed what was on the horizon.
The sky was almost clear, and I looked up to see what looked like a coal-black cloud swiftly moving into view. An eerie feeling came over me, and then I saw that the dark mass was really a tangle of interconnected shapes that were beginning to separate. I continued to watch these things, evil entities or ghosts, that dispersed and surged forward toward a destination.
I sensed that my coworker didn't see them or notice a thing, and I felt I had to do something. He was still in a calm state, so I turned to the taxi driver. I had a feeling that the driver was aware, as either an angel there to protect us or as another evil spirit involved in a related larger plot. Expressionless, he didn't look at me. Something caused me to cry out in terror, but it came out as one of those melodramatic extended slow-motion screams.
The sky was almost clear, and I looked up to see what looked like a coal-black cloud swiftly moving into view. An eerie feeling came over me, and then I saw that the dark mass was really a tangle of interconnected shapes that were beginning to separate. I continued to watch these things, evil entities or ghosts, that dispersed and surged forward toward a destination.
I sensed that my coworker didn't see them or notice a thing, and I felt I had to do something. He was still in a calm state, so I turned to the taxi driver. I had a feeling that the driver was aware, as either an angel there to protect us or as another evil spirit involved in a related larger plot. Expressionless, he didn't look at me. Something caused me to cry out in terror, but it came out as one of those melodramatic extended slow-motion screams.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Garters, Stockings, and the Other Woman Complex
I was in a room, where a gaggle of teenage girls were chattering. I guess their outfits were the current fashion, because the atmosphere was harmless enough, and yet they were all wearing racy short skirts with hosiery clamped to garters, and the area where the hose and garters attached was visible.
However, how they were dressed didn't seem to be a concern for me or have anything to do with sexuality. I was a teacher at a school or something, and we were having a discussion, but in my home.
When we were finished talking, they left, and I noticed that Tim had disappeared. When he returned later, he told me he'd left, because he was uncomfortable and didn't want me to think he'd been staring at them.
This is directly related to my real life issues. I am definitely bothered by the nearness of any woman who is gorgeous, exotic or someone who I deem pretty enough to draw the stares of men. Hell, even those types of women on a movie or on television make me feel bad about myself. Even though I know that men will look at other women, I can't accept it. I can't bear to be around Tim and wonder if he is looking; so I usually walk away or avert my eyes to protect myself from the knowledge of it.
The funny thing was, in the dream, I never even found myself noticing or worrying about these girls, so I was surprised that he'd been concerned enough about my reaction to leave the scene.
However, how they were dressed didn't seem to be a concern for me or have anything to do with sexuality. I was a teacher at a school or something, and we were having a discussion, but in my home.
When we were finished talking, they left, and I noticed that Tim had disappeared. When he returned later, he told me he'd left, because he was uncomfortable and didn't want me to think he'd been staring at them.
This is directly related to my real life issues. I am definitely bothered by the nearness of any woman who is gorgeous, exotic or someone who I deem pretty enough to draw the stares of men. Hell, even those types of women on a movie or on television make me feel bad about myself. Even though I know that men will look at other women, I can't accept it. I can't bear to be around Tim and wonder if he is looking; so I usually walk away or avert my eyes to protect myself from the knowledge of it.
The funny thing was, in the dream, I never even found myself noticing or worrying about these girls, so I was surprised that he'd been concerned enough about my reaction to leave the scene.
With My Sister in Our Deceased Grandparents' Home
I was with my sister, Shannon. We were standing in a strange room, and suddenly it dawned on me that Shannon and I were in my grandparents' old home in Alabama, where we'd spent many, many days visiting them during our childhood. She didn't believe where we were at first and looked confused.
"But, see? This is just where the bed was positioned in the room, and where the closets were," I explained. Then, she began to understand and agree with me.
How we suddenly came to find ourselves there, not knowing how we arrived, or whose home it was is a mystery to me; but that's the illogical world of the dreamer.
The house was exactly the same as I remember. We walked from that end of the house where the room was and on through the hallway, briefly stopping to poke our heads into the places that held so many memories of our now deceased grandparents and the times we spent there. It was odd and kind of eerie.
For some reason, we didn't dare venture into the basement. Even in my early years, I never liked to linger long in that part of the house. I believe this is because my Uncle Randy's room had been there. He was only alive long enough to hold me when I was but a small baby, I am told, but I have no recollection of him. When he was 19 or 20, or maybe younger, he was killed in a motorcycle accident. His room had remained exactly as he left it. Our grandparents never moved a thing. The air in the basement seemed to always have a musty smell, and it was always a shadowy place, not like the warmth on the upper level. I was filled with dread when I was downstairs, because I knew that just down the hall was my dead uncle's room, completely intact -- his artistically accurate sketches of cars on the bare white walls, and an old dust-coated cardboard box that contained the game of Yahtzee.
As my sister and I approached the way out of the house, I still wouldn't go down those stairs. I merely peeked in, as if I expected the worst. I yelled something to elicit any response if anyone were there. I felt like some kind of Boogeyman was afoot. Suddenly, I was frightened as a little girl, with an eerie aspect to her, stared back at me. Her eyes weren't quite right. They seemed to be glowing. She was about 5 years old, with medium-length blonde or light-brown hair. That was that for me. I shut the door in a hurry, and we took off to leave the house behind.
"But, see? This is just where the bed was positioned in the room, and where the closets were," I explained. Then, she began to understand and agree with me.
How we suddenly came to find ourselves there, not knowing how we arrived, or whose home it was is a mystery to me; but that's the illogical world of the dreamer.
The house was exactly the same as I remember. We walked from that end of the house where the room was and on through the hallway, briefly stopping to poke our heads into the places that held so many memories of our now deceased grandparents and the times we spent there. It was odd and kind of eerie.
For some reason, we didn't dare venture into the basement. Even in my early years, I never liked to linger long in that part of the house. I believe this is because my Uncle Randy's room had been there. He was only alive long enough to hold me when I was but a small baby, I am told, but I have no recollection of him. When he was 19 or 20, or maybe younger, he was killed in a motorcycle accident. His room had remained exactly as he left it. Our grandparents never moved a thing. The air in the basement seemed to always have a musty smell, and it was always a shadowy place, not like the warmth on the upper level. I was filled with dread when I was downstairs, because I knew that just down the hall was my dead uncle's room, completely intact -- his artistically accurate sketches of cars on the bare white walls, and an old dust-coated cardboard box that contained the game of Yahtzee.
As my sister and I approached the way out of the house, I still wouldn't go down those stairs. I merely peeked in, as if I expected the worst. I yelled something to elicit any response if anyone were there. I felt like some kind of Boogeyman was afoot. Suddenly, I was frightened as a little girl, with an eerie aspect to her, stared back at me. Her eyes weren't quite right. They seemed to be glowing. She was about 5 years old, with medium-length blonde or light-brown hair. That was that for me. I shut the door in a hurry, and we took off to leave the house behind.
A Bike, Riding Home, and Ever-Shifting Paths
I dreamed I was riding an old bike and traveling a battered concrete road very close to home. Not my current home in reality, but a place I recognized as home in the dream. It reminded me of a German village, like where I once lived in Heidelberg, with its cobblestone streets and narrow alleyways.
I knew I only had to travel down one short street, and I'd soon be there. I did so, but suddenly it dead-ended. I didn't know where I was, and it hadn't led me home as I'd expected. Perplexed, I decided to turn around and head back to retrace my route. For some reason, before I could turn around, I had to travel upward and onto a square stone platform. I rode upward via a gently sloping ramp. I planned to get my bearings there and head back. Suddenly, I looked around me, and the ramp was nowhere to be seen. Hence I could not return the same way I'd come. I thought it was bizarre, but I wasn't going to let that deter me. I was now surrounded on all sides by steps. I managed to pick up my bike, although it was cumbersome to do so, and cradle it in my arms. I had no other choice. There was only one way down.
Slowly and carefully I began walking down. Then, the very stairs I had begun to traverse morphed into a treacherous stretch ahead of me, composed of tightly interlocked boulders. It seemed safe enough at first, but just as I noticed a small brown-haired boy in front of me, I saw the rocks shift and begin to separate. I sensed he was going to fall, and I yelled to him to watch out, as I reached forward to steady him. Luckily, he was okay and quickly moved to the side of the trail, where there was solid land. A white-haired, bearded old man crouched on a rock nearby. He remarked that "yeah, this isn't always the safest path to take," although he didn't budge to offer us help. Gaps began to open up between the stones, and even though we were not very high off the ground, only a bright expanse of nothingness was visible through the emerging openings.
Here is where the dream ended, so I do not know its conclusion.
I knew I only had to travel down one short street, and I'd soon be there. I did so, but suddenly it dead-ended. I didn't know where I was, and it hadn't led me home as I'd expected. Perplexed, I decided to turn around and head back to retrace my route. For some reason, before I could turn around, I had to travel upward and onto a square stone platform. I rode upward via a gently sloping ramp. I planned to get my bearings there and head back. Suddenly, I looked around me, and the ramp was nowhere to be seen. Hence I could not return the same way I'd come. I thought it was bizarre, but I wasn't going to let that deter me. I was now surrounded on all sides by steps. I managed to pick up my bike, although it was cumbersome to do so, and cradle it in my arms. I had no other choice. There was only one way down.
Slowly and carefully I began walking down. Then, the very stairs I had begun to traverse morphed into a treacherous stretch ahead of me, composed of tightly interlocked boulders. It seemed safe enough at first, but just as I noticed a small brown-haired boy in front of me, I saw the rocks shift and begin to separate. I sensed he was going to fall, and I yelled to him to watch out, as I reached forward to steady him. Luckily, he was okay and quickly moved to the side of the trail, where there was solid land. A white-haired, bearded old man crouched on a rock nearby. He remarked that "yeah, this isn't always the safest path to take," although he didn't budge to offer us help. Gaps began to open up between the stones, and even though we were not very high off the ground, only a bright expanse of nothingness was visible through the emerging openings.
Here is where the dream ended, so I do not know its conclusion.
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