Thread: Imaginary.frend's Dream Journal

No dreams since this last one. It's not unusual. I don't generally remember my dreams. Making the attempt and so far, not getting anywhere.

I only have a vauge memory of this dream, but I'll post the parts that stand out.

I'm at a party with people I know, and those I don't. A man, we'll call Wie, and I leave the party and board a train. We're in complete control of the train, and we're sitting in plush seats as it travels along the tracks. We're talking about emotions and getting close when the train stops. As we get out to see what's wrong, we're hand in hand. Upon the tracks has grown bushes and weeds. They completely cover the track, and stop the train's movement. We begin to dig at the weeds and brush, pulling it out when there's a pause. A moment filled with tension and passion that leads into a kiss of passion. Just then, I look up and see my husband watching us. He's not hurt, or upset, but curious.
The dream shifts and we're laying on a bed somewhere. I'm between my husband and this man named Wie. I explain to my husband that I love him, and ask his permission to lay with them both. Just to feel the safety of their arms around me and the comfort of their closeness. He agrees without question, and I drift off to sleep feeling loved and content.

** There was more after this. Something about a ship and a party there, but I don't remember the details**

I think this dream is easy enough to figure out. It goes with my emotions in life. I think this Wie is another aspect of myself, and in my dreams, shows that I've lost myself and am begining to find myself again, but am hesitant that it means I'll have to give up what I love outside of me. The train being stopped likely slants toward my stopping my own progress, and the passion what I'm looking for within myself just now.

Don't remember much of this one.

I was outside of a church and my uncle was fishing and a dolphin kept coming up and chattering at us. It kept coming close to being hooked on my uncle's fishing line, but he always moved the line in time. I talked to the Dolphin and was petting it. You can't see the church, but I knew I was on the church grounds.

Then there was either a monkey or an ape, but I don't remember what I was doing or where we were.

There was an apartment laundry room where I was investigating who raped my uncle, and he said that the person was about 100 pounds, and that's why he was suspicious of me because I weigh about 100 pounds. I knew I was innocent, so I was looking frantically for the real person who did it.

That's all I remember. The rest is just a vague knowledge that I dreamed more, but I can't recall any of it.

The church and the Dolphin both represent spiritual things, and perhaps concious and unconcious coming together (I think?) Which almost makes sense given the conversations the hubby and I have been having about the Church, historical findings and what I believe opposed to what I was raised to believe.

I haven't remembered my dreams since my last post. Last night, I had three, but I didn't write them down immediately, so I only remember one now, but it's the strangest one by far!

I dreamed my husband and I rented an apartment in a renovated church/cathedral. The place was huge. Our apartment had a 'window' in it that showed an aquarium, which took up an entire portion of the cathedral wall with each apartment on our floor having a view of the aquarium from their living room.

So at first, my turtles are swimming in this aquarium (These are the turtles I have in the waking world) and there was a spider swimming next to them. I kept knocking on the glass trying to get the turtles to swim away from the spider before it bit them and made them ill. I was really worried that they would be poisoned and die from it. Since you could only get to the aquarium from the bell tower, I couldn't get to them and I held my breath and hoped that nothing bad would happen.

(I think I dreamed the spider because my mom in waking life called me that night to tell me my young niece had been bitten by a spider and they had to take her to the emergency room as she was ill and her leg was swelled badly, but that she was fine in the end)

Then the turtles were gone, and there was a pregnant woman swimming in the aquarium, and we watched her every night with great interest. I don't know how I knew this, but the woman was pregnant with hippo's (the animal) and having twins. So one day, I come home and the window of the aquarium is broken. There is blood and urine all over my floor, and the woman is gone. I realize that she must have gone into labor, and broken the window to get out and to get help. I was so excited and at the same time, in a mode of sheer panic.

I left the apartment and the next thing I know, I'm downstairs in the main part of the church talking to my husband, my dad and my mom when my dad comments that the woman's husband had filed for divorce because he was tired of her spending so much time giving her hippo pregnancy attention and not giving enough to him. -- I was very sad because I had just learned that she was two weeks pregnant with her husband's very human child, and now she'd have to raise the child alone. I told my dad how sad I was to hear about the divorce and how she had done something so good for the world, but had to pay such a high price for doing that. She would have to raise her human baby alone. My dad just nodded his head and looked at me with a neutral expression.

My husband and I went back up to the apartment, and all the furniture was gone. I was really angry because I had spent a lot of money to decorate the place. I was just getting to go downstairs to ask the landlord where my furniture was when he and his wife began bringing it back inside. They had taken it out to have it cleaned and to clean the mess from the aquarium, and the woman going into labor. So I felt bad that I was angry, and didn't say anything. Instead, I thanked them for being so considerate. Then, they started showing me their 'babies' -- Two kittens and two puppies. They all had jeweled collars and leashes, and the landlord just gushed about how happy they were to have adopted them. They left, and that dream ended.