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      -crepuscular Nepenthe's Avatar
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      Lessons with Hannibal Lecter.

      This could all just boil down to my watching WAY too many Lecter movies, but if nothing else is possibly a morbidly entertaining (and at times laughably melodramatic) read. XD It's unusual enough for me to wonder about because 1) real people or celebrities rarely make appearances in my dreams and 2) I had very little control over this one, which is odd for me.


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      The dream begins in a warmly lit, close room with just a table/bed, Hannibal Lecter (Anthony Hopkins version) and I. On the table, lying on his back and loosely wrapped in warm white cloth, is a naked young man with the appearance of Gaspard Ulliel. I feel that he is not alive - just a body or an object. However, he is warm and pliable just as a living body. The assumption, though, is that he is a dead thing, inconsequential but lovely. I sit on the table near his feet, Hannibal stands near the head.

      Hannibal is teaching me something, and the boy on the table is an instrument of the learning. I can't clearly remember the lesson, though it was sensual or deviant or both, but profound to me. Something to do with how to kill, or how to do more than kill.

      Hannibal leans over the boy and sinks his teeth into his long, exposed throat. This I watched again and again and again, and in slow motion. The skin breaking, the dark blood pouring out. There is no reaction from the boy - his lips are parted, eyes closed, unaware. (The repetition can possibly be attributed to partial lucidity (?), since I often replay scenes I like in my regular dreaming)

      As the arcane lessons progress, though, the boy begins to show signs of life, waking up little by little with every touch. He'll brush my wrist with his fingers, make eye contact, smile twinklingly at me. His face is so bright. At first, I am offended. I ask Hannibal "Why is he moving??! He's supposed to be [dead/paralyzed/an object]!!" Hannibal has no response, just a dangerous smile, and he continues the lessons. I'm outraged at the boy's audacity. Outraged and .................... utterly charmed. There's an intense connection between us that's almost palatable. It grows. Every response, every small movement between us devastates me. I cannot get enough of looking at him. He lets us do anything to him, and is completely compliant, and not unhappy. As if he chooses to be, but it doesn't make him powerless.

      In the next scene, I am a bit younger. I think I'm traveling with Lecter, and we are in a cold and somewhat barren place. I'm wearing a little hooded parka and carrying a sketchbook and pencils. The lessons are continuing, but the boy, the teaching instrument, has been set aside for now, but is still with us and never far from my thoughts. Between Hannibal and I there is a delicious tension - I think he will kill me. I must be clever, but he is so much cleverer. I wonder if I can charm him and survive.

      I am trying to draw the boy, his beautiful face. Hannibal sees what I'm doing and tells me something about an artist being worthless if they cannot replicate beauty perfectly. I think he will kill me if my drawing of the boy is not flawless. I think Hannibal loves the boy, too, in a way. He appreciates his beauty, but he doesn't think of him as more than an object, as I have come to.

      I struggle with the drawing.

      Inevitably, Hannibal discovers that I love the boy. That I love him more than I love Hannibal. So, he kills him as I watch. They are some distance away from me when it happens. The boy stands against a wall, looking at me, a soft smile on his face as Hannibal lifts a gun to his head. I think to myself, he lets us do anything to him. Then blood pours from his head, down his neck, to the ground. I don't believe it's happened, that he's really dead. I think I'm screaming.

      The next section of the dream is a little unclear, but I think it was related. Somehow I know he's still alive, but somewhere beyond where I can reach him. A wise old lady I know in real life gives me these tiny squares of paper than can be used to open doors to other places. They are used by holding them out in front of you at about chest level, and through power of will or a special state of mind you cause them to float there, and then they burst into a shower of light that becomes the passage. My paper keeps falling. I try many ways, in many places. I'm still trying when the dream ends.

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      And that is the sorry end of my atypically melodramatic and not-so-atypically bloodthirsty dream. XD

      Possibly relevant details:

      ~I'm 23, female, an art student, ecstatically single, allergic to traditional romantic gestures and hallmark relationships, have one younger brother, my father died when I was 5, my academic career is sordid at best, and I have lifelong love/hate relationship with Death.

      ~I've admittedly admired Lecter since around the age of 8, though I don't consider myself a hardcore fan. It may sound unwise, but I trust him. XD It doesn't surprise me that he showed up as a mentor figure. (Oh, and I'm not of the group of kiddies who chooses to fanworship villains just because they're trying to shock society.)

      ~I recently watched Hannibal Rising and was struck by Gaspard Ulliel's physical resemblance to a boy who is, for lack of a better expression, like a male version of myself and therefore utterly unobtainable, though I would rather die than want him anyway.
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      Hi Nepenthe

      That was compelling to read.

      I do think a lot of the dream reflects your own fascination with Lecter.

      But one thing that came to mind is that the boy might not be a separate entity. He may be an aspect of you - a part of your psyche. It might be worth another look at the dream with this in mind.

      You write well - I was hooked, even though I don't like gore!

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      Again, I would complement, that your writing is a pleasure to read - it's very unusual for me to recount my dreams in such prosaic detail.

      From this - well, if you say you may have been watching too much Hannibal Lecter, then I may be inclined to agree with you. But on the same point, we watch what we in some ways relate to (if we enjoy it) - so perhaps ask yourself how you relate to this dream character of Hannibal. Is there anyone with the same dangerous charm in your life? What are they trying to teach you? What are the qualities of the boy and who could they represent in your life?

      It feels like a conflict dream - between one safe and charming choice - and one not so safe - and innocent. What conflicts in your own life could you paralell to this? If none, then maybe brainstorm how the dream made you feel - and if any emotions arose that were strong, ask why they were there.

      I wish you luck in interpreting your dreams And hope that you get out there and perhaps become a writer on the side!
      “Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream-world into reality.”
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      Well dreams often reveal your thoughts and eelings. They are extremely difficult to interpret sometimes. They may even refer to things quickly forgotten.... such as mood or paranoias. Try to make associations with the symbols.

      Who reminds you of hannibal lector? Is there is tutor you would describe as hannibal lector? Haver you been making comments about a tutor being completely terrible ... your dream maybe saying that you are possibly exxagerating... things cannot be that bad?

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      Many dreams simply capture the day to day thoughts going through your mind. Of course we can react to major events but much of the time we are making assessments about people around us. We live in a world with imperfect information. When a stranger comes up to you and says something insulting for no reason then we wonder why they have done this. We read into the persons actions motives which are not there. We make an assessment on the very little knowledge that we have. Dreams are often linked to these issues - so dreams then are not so much thoughts of great wisdom. They are rather described as best guesses based on a total lack of reliable information. Think especially of the boyfriend or girlfriend that we suspect of cheating. We read signals but how would we truly know.
      One good technique to learn dreams is simply to study dreams which have been understood. Try this page as it features a number of correctly interpreted dreams. They are all on the one subject of hospitals and health.
      http://www.unclesirbobby.org.uk/dreambookhospital.php

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