Thread: Burned up dreams

Originally Posted by Burned up

An passionate dream - about a vegetable

I seemed to have developed a passion for vegetables. In particular, my attention was focused on a parsnip. I recall having a strong feeling of joy and awe and wanting to celebrate this parsnip as if it wwere something/spomeone special.

Whahaha, at least there is some passion getting into your dreams! Too bad it was just a vegetable. I'm sure you can do better than that!


[COLOR="Blue"]Where do I start with this nonsense? OK, the parsnip could be the penis. Freud would say definitely but, hey, it's all personal meanings in dreams. So perhaps I'm celebrating my manhood??? [/quote]
I had to look up 'parsnip' on google, cause I had no idea what it was.
Now I saw the pictures and can imagine why you relate it to a penis

I do like vegetables and have tinkered with vegetarianism for many years. On the other hand I see food as vulnerable. I feel like I'm heartless when I eat things (meat or veg) so to celebrate a vegetable rather than to devour it makes a lot of sense to me. In a psychoanalytic kind of way.

That's some deep feelings about veggies and food!

Originally Posted by Sara

I had to look up 'parsnip' on google, cause I had no idea what it was.
Now I saw the pictures and can imagine why you relate it to a penis

Haha - you knew what the other words meant though

At this point I wish to add that mine looks absolutely nothing like a parsnip. Just to remove any element of doubt.

For a laugh, I found this on the web (which isn't like me either!):

Originally Posted by Sara

That's some deep feelings about veggies and food!

It's a kind of sexual relationship. I really get excited about food and I get very greedy. But I feel like I have no heart when I put a knife into, say, a large perfectly-formed juicy tomato (hmmm - that also sounds sexual). Like it has to perish to fulfil its purpose, which is to satisfy my needs.

OK, I'm strange.

OMG, that picture... how did you find it :S

Ehm, sexual relationship with food???
I've heard some stories of girls using sausages or bananas or whatever... but that's a different order of using veggies

Good that you admit it yourself that it's strange

Originally Posted by Sara

OMG, that picture... how did you find it :S

Just on google images. OK, I had to add other words to the search

Originally Posted by Sara

Ehm, sexual relationship with food???
I've heard some stories of girls using sausages or bananas or whatever... but that's a different order of using veggies

No I wasn't thinking of that. I mean, you can't do that to a banana!

Originally Posted by Sara

Good that you admit it yourself that it's strange

I think everyone is like that to some degree. It's the same feeling people have about (say) horses compared with (say) rats. Or even a cuddly toy versus an empty beer can.

But I'm interested in the underlying meaning - like dreams really. The vegetable is just a vegetable. But why do I have feelings like that? What part of me is identifying with the veg? (or the horse or the cuddly toy)? Is it my own sense of vulnerability?

Originally Posted by Burned up

At this point I wish to add that mine looks absolutely nothing like a parsnip. Just to remove any element of doubt.

ha ha ...me thinks you protest to much bu ...jk lol

Originally Posted by Burned up

For a laugh, I found this on the web (which isn't like me either!):

ha ha ha ha that is great mate!! wow lol I laughed so much at work I nearly got into trouble lol

Originally Posted by Burned up

It's a kind of sexual relationship. I really get excited about food and I get very greedy. But I feel like I have no heart when I put a knife into, say, a large perfectly-formed juicy tomato (hmmm - that also sounds sexual). Like it has to perish to fulfil its purpose, which is to satisfy my needs.

OK, I'm strange.

I get you.....there are few things more exciting then good food! lol maybe its a male thing?

Originally Posted by Burned up

I think everyone is like that to some degree. It's the same feeling people have about (say) horses compared with (say) rats. Or even a cuddly toy versus an empty beer can.

But I'm interested in the underlying meaning - like dreams really. The vegetable is just a vegetable. But why do I have feelings like that? What part of me is identifying with the veg? (or the horse or the cuddly toy)? Is it my own sense of vulnerability?

yeah that is very interesting, you say you toyed with vegetarian life style? is that out of choice to not eat meat cos you dont approve? maybe the veg in your dream was so important cos it represents you choice in lifestyle? or maybe not ha ha

Fragments with a guest cameo appearance of ... a train

1 - something unpleasant about a group. Two fractions: 27/35 and 13/15.

2 - Walking down to a platform in a station. It's dark. The train has just come in and the electric doors open. The station name sign is jammed against the open doors as the gap between it and the train is very small. I have tickets but am waiting for my wife. There are 3 carriages. The first is 1st Class and there is a woman sitting in it. I walk out. I get in the second carriage.

3 - Making a boat in the shape of a "O". Vertical, like a section of tube. I'm pushing it into the water and a fat man is helping. The water is too cold for me to go in. The fat man slips onto the soft wet sand in the waves and lands on his back, sand covering his face. He's just having a laugh.

4 - Possibly continuing from (3) a young boy is following around, from the beach into a building of some kind - a beach cafe possibly but old-style with wrought iron and iron pillars etc. I look out of the window, hoping he'd go away. I'm now having lunch with my wife. It's time for dessert and she orders a "raclette salad". I don't really want anything but I grab a handful of raisins which have fallen out of a fruit cake on a table by the cashier. They taste nice.

5 - That kid in (4) is now in my office as a new recruit. It looks like he's going to be working with me. I have a chat with my manager and subtly shift the agenda. He calls over a colleague to take care of the boy, who will now be working on his area of responsibility.

Lots of fragments add up to a fairly lengthy dream. I woke at around 4am with (1) and the rest came from successive dozes. I overslept in the end.

The number in (1) are weird. I was helping eldest daughter with maths homework before bed so that may be the pdp coming through. I don't get the meaning of these numbers at all.

Ah. A train. OK. Stay calm. A train dream. What does it mean? 3 carriages, the first of which I've not paid enough for. But a woman has. She was a woman with money or a high power job. The kind of woman I take to be "inaccessible", if you see what I mean. Too posh for state educated types like me. Two normal carriages. I used to get "2+1" dreams quite a bit. Usually meeting 2 men and 1 woman. Ha. OK. The first carriage was a female carriage and the other 2 were male carriages. Next...

A boat in the shape of a "O". Now we're getting really silly. It was like a piece of "hot wheels" track where the cars go loop-the-loop. The fat git wasn't my friend either. Dunno. Next...

Young boy? OK, that's easy. That's me with my past following me around. "Raclette salad". Well, she does like Raclette cheese (Swiss stuff you melt). But I can't stop thinking of Raclet here

Dream #5. Got rid of him at last.

Sweet....thanks for dreaming of me!

Originally Posted by raklet

Sweet....thanks for dreaming of me!

My pleasure, even if you were disguised as a piece of cheese!!!

Originally Posted by raklet

Sweet....thanks for dreaming of me!

My pleasure, even if you were disguised as a piece of cheese!!!

The boss (again) and me in need of a shower

I'm dirty and need a shower. I find one (not sure where I am) but the water isn't coming out quick enough and I'm soapy with thick gel, feeling more dirty. and can't rinse. For some reason I go to a new office where I'm based (don't recognise it).

In the office I see my former course director P in the room by the door. He's been running a session or something. I think I chat to him but can't remember. In a room at the other end of the office my former boss N is chatting to his PA. He is also angry at a former colleague, K, for something he said (which had been taped) and tells him to pick the litter up off the floor as a punishment. K gets on his hands and knees and quickly gets to the task, shouting Sieg Heil repeatedly as he does so.

Next to N's room is my room. It had a window overlooking the back yard. The other side of a wall is a blue hut, like a workies' hut or even the Tardis, and I can read the board nailed to the side. At first it has telephone numbers on it which I recognise to be old ones with not many digits. Then this becomes a menu and it seems that you can phone for food. I note that K is still doing his penance and in case I'm the next victim I see if I can get out of the window. I can open it but I'm on the first floor (US = 2nd floor) and reckon the drop is just a bit too far. I figure I'd just tell N where to go if he tried that on me anyway.

I still need a shower. I go back across the office to P's room. He's packing his things and is about to leave, retiring apparently. We chat about something. I figure I can use his shower.

These two men have been in other dreams recently. They have both been significant in my life and I have great respect for them, although also anger in the case of the former boss. Their leadership seems to be the most important thing about them. They're decision makers. Must be what I need to learn about just now.

K's subservience I find embarrassing. Is there something shameful about his actions that I identify with? I think so.

I also seem to be dirty. I wonder what the dirt is? And I wonder why I need an office environment to get clean? Perhaps I think there's something dirty about being part-time and not working? That would figure. Yes, this whole dream is about working out my place in the world as a working male.

Originally Posted by Burned up

The boss (again) and me in need of a shower

Ahhh, that shower dream reminds me of a dream I had recently, but never wrote down...
Not about feeling dirty, but the shower didn't work like it should.

He is also angry at a former colleague, K, for something he said (which had been taped) and tells him to pick the litter up off the floor as a punishment. K gets on his hands and knees and quickly gets to the task, shouting Sieg Heil repeatedly as he does so.

Hmm, that doesn't sound nice at all!
I can imagine the embarrassment about K's action.

Then this becomes a menu and it seems that you can phone for food.

Ahh, too bad you didn't call for food

These two men have been in other dreams recently. They have both been significant in my life and I have great respect for them, although also anger in the case of the former boss. Their leadership seems to be the most important thing about them. They're decision makers. Must be what I need to learn about just now.

Hey, weren't DCs supposed to represent some part of yourself?
So, would you think this is something you are already learning by now? (or at least thinking about)

K's subservience I find embarrassing. Is there something shameful about his actions that I identify with? I think so.

Maybe you trying to find out the effects of a certain style of leadership?

I also seem to be dirty. I wonder what the dirt is? And I wonder why I need an office environment to get clean? Perhaps I think there's something dirty about being part-time and not working? That would figure. Yes, this whole dream is about working out my place in the world as a working male.

Hmm, being dirty and not being able to get clean... I would relate that to feeling guilty about something.

Originally Posted by Burned up

[SIZE="4"]K gets on his hands and knees and quickly gets to the task, shouting Sieg Heil repeatedly as he does so.

What's with the Nazi imagery "Sieg Heil"?

Originally Posted by Sara

Hey, weren't DCs supposed to represent some part of yourself?
So, would you think this is something you are already learning by now? (or at least thinking about)

Yes, that's right. IRL I project that submerged leader archetype onto people like P and N. Ditto in my dreams.

Originally Posted by Sara

Maybe you trying to find out the effects of a certain style of leadership?

I think so. I've always relied on others to fulfill my needs rather than getting out there and taking control myself (as P and N do). In some ways I want to be like them but in other ways I don't. I suspect early experiences (in childhood) of being bossy weren't good and I have tried to avoid it ever since. I guess it's like saying I need to grow up.

Originally Posted by Sara

Hmm, being dirty and not being able to get clean... I would relate that to feeling guilty about something.

Possibly. Perhaps not guilt but certainly feeling I'm a bad person or something like that. Shame may be a better emotional explanation than guilt? Wanting to go to work to get clean - like not being at work is dirty. Hmmm. My mother used to say I was lazy and it's like I've been trying to prove all my life that I'm not. Perhaps it links to that?

You feedback is much appreciated, Sara. Dream interpretation is far clearer when someone else is participating. Thanks.

Originally Posted by raklet

What's with the Nazi imagery "Sieg Heil"?

Well I think it's one way of responding to an instruction. I found IRL the dynamics between N and K very embarrassing. It was like a parent-child relationship and K would get angry but ultimately compliant. I think the dream was replaying that experience for me. The shame of being complaint and making childish nazi noises (i.e. suggesting boss is Hitler) resonates strongly with me. Although I'm often happy to be led, I make sure I avoid situations that has me feeling like K in the dream. It's just too embarrassing and shameful to go there. (And as it's all part of me I must have been there at some time in my life to know just how bad it is).

Thanks Raklet, I don't think I'd have made that connection if you hadn't have asked!

Man-hugs and fuel injection

It's night and it's dark. I'm in a pub with some counselling course friends which seems to be located near to my dentist. IRL there is no pub there. It i time for people to head home and we're saying our goodbyes. An older man, G, from a previous course I was on warmly says goodbye to me. Then another older man, R, who was actually a client of mine rather than a course associate, gives me a bigger hug and my feet leave the ground. He's only a small man and I'm amazed at his strength.

A female friend S and two others (can't remember who these were) get into a taxi outside the front door of the pub. The taxi driver seems to be taking tickets like it's a bus of some sort. I figure it's a scheme whereby people can pre-book a shared taxi home[, which I now think is rather a neat idea]. Now I see that it's changed to S's car and she's about to pull away as I hold the door to the back seat open. There's not enough room for me and I only live locally anyway so I say I'll walk. S doesn't seem to be paying attention to me and I shout goodbye to her as she drives off. [I'd expect a hug at least.] I'm now standing on the pavement with G and R, who didn't get in the taxi either.

Next I'm stationary in my car (not my car IRL) and daughter #3 is at the wheel. She's learning to drive (much too young IRL). We see a small 2-seater sports car whiz past making rasping noises like the exhaust or manifold is bust. I notice that petrol is being sprayed from the exhaust as it goes past and my mind turns to the fuel injection process (men and cars, huh.) The petrol is now all over the road outside the pub and the car has turned the corner ahead of us towards the shopping centre. Huge puddles of petrol are in the road and when I point this out to my daughter she gets out the car and runs down the road for a closer look. I shout after her that it might be dangerous and she should come back. I am worried the whole puddle will catch light and cause an inferno. She ignores me and I shout again. And again. I get into the driving seat and start after her.

I can't think what the two older men mean to me. In some ways they're similar characters, although I knew them at different times and in different contexts. I don't feel strongly attracted to them nor repulsed by them. I was annoyed, though, that S didn't say goodbye to me properly. Wonder what part of me that represents?

Car = my freedom.

Feel better to be at the wheel of my car than having daughter there. She was ignoring me just like S was, though. As she's my daughter I was more animated in calling her back.

The car dropping the fuel is another puzzle. It was one of those cars driven by wreckless young drivers who spend more on their in-car sound system and their lights than on the vehicle itself. It seemed to represent the destructive part of being on the road. For some reason I knew there were two young men driving it. My first thought is "I'm outnumbered". So although I have a car of my own, my freedom (the road) is constrained by this destructive element, dropping dangerous inflammable substance on the road.

Originally Posted by Burned up

In the office I see my former course director P in the room by the door. He's been running a session or something. I think I chat to him but can't remember. In a room at the other end of the office my former boss N is chatting to his PA. He is also angry at a former colleague, K, for something he said (which had been taped) and tells him to pick the litter up off the floor as a punishment. K gets on his hands and knees and quickly gets to the task, shouting Sieg Heil repeatedly as he does so.

to me this just suggests a view on how work is (atleast for me personally) in that it rules our life,. The nazi aspect seems to some kind of expressed view on it but ultimately the lack of power to do anything but complain about it, meh thats my view on it anyway ......can you tell I hate my job ha ha

cool dream mate, I laughed at the cameo appearance of the train in your previous dream ha ha seems you just cant escape them lol

Originally Posted by mark

to me this just suggests a view on how work is (atleast for me personally) in that it rules our life,. The nazi aspect seems to some kind of expressed view on it but ultimately the lack of power to do anything but complain about it, meh thats my view on it anyway ......can you tell I hate my job ha ha

I think it's not just about work, though. It's about being in a situation where others have power over me. At the moment I'm exploring my own power and that's why these people keep appearing. Every day I'm aware of how I take a subservient role with people I meet because I want them to provide me with something (love, ultimately, but money etc also). It's the same as a child with its parents.

Sounds like you have the same issues.

Originally Posted by mark

cool dream mate, I laughed at the cameo appearance of the train in your previous dream ha ha seems you just cant escape them lol

There's always a train or a boss there somewhere

Adventuring with young girl and finding comfort

Have to say I'm a little hesitant about writing up this dream. I hope people will read without prejudice.

I seem to be moving between parallel worlds like in Dr Who or the Philip Pullman books (or indeed the two in my avatar pic (left) who appeared in a TV series in 1970). I'm with a companion or companions but at this stage I'm not sure I'm aware of their identity(ies).

Anyway, the earlier part of the dream seems to have escaped recall. But now I'm in this street. I feel that there's some kind of autocratic government like a police state or something. I'm in England somewhere, possibly the south coast, judging by the style of buildings. I decide I'm not in Scotland anyway. There are small shops each side and the road then falls down a shallow hill, turning left under a railway bridge (has to be there somewhere!). There's a large house painted yellow or orange on th bend just before the bridge. The houses and shops are all flying the Union Flag as if there has been a royal wedding or something. Somehow I think it's a film set but I also know I'm really there.

Next I'm in another parallel world. Seemingly on the edge of a town where the grassland is uncultivated and dotted with fallen trees and dirt tracks for 4x4s and bikes. There's still this oppressive feeling in the air. I now see my companion is a young girl, perhaps age 13. She reminds me a little of Lyra from the Golden Compass film. She's the more switched-on one of the two of us and has a better idea of what's happening than I do. I seem to be a bit useless. We're trying to get away from someone or avoid being caught. To get a better view we climb onto a tree stump. She says "keep still" in a controlling kind of voice. Don't know why. We're in full view of anyone who might be around but maybe she thinks we'll be detected by our movements. Anyway, I find it hard to keep still on the tree stump with her and am wobbling, trying to keep balance. She then says "in that case, breastfeed me again". (again?). Although she's shorter than me, I find I can move to a standing position with my mouth at her breast. She'd somehow adjusted clothing as a breastfeeding mother would, although still standing up. Despite her age, I knew somehow that she already had a baby child. A boy. No knowledge of his father. Her left breast was small, developing, as would be expected at her age, and certainly not lactating. As I put my mouth over her nipple and sucked, I stopped my wobbling and was very still. I stayed in that position for what seemed like ages, content, my mind focused only on the sensation on my tongue.

I woke up with that same sensation and calm feeling.

The strange thing about this dream is that it didn't feel sexual. Although it's hard to see how it could be anything else. I don't recall having a dream quite like this before. The girl was like a cross between the little girl who visits my dreams occasionally (she's 7 yo) and my "anima" friend who I guess is about 19. Certainly this girl's age, 13, is indeed in the middle of the two. Are all three girls in fact different manifestations of the same person? I'd dismissed that notion before (in respect of the 7yo and the 19yo) but now I have to re-think. They are almost certainly the same person at different ages and somewhere in this dream is the concept of the child growing into a fully sexual woman. I find that difficult to hold on to. But mostly I feel lucky that I have someone special like "her".

My thinking about dreams like this has moved on lately. Dreams aren't only for analysing. I've done that already and am comfortable with the idea of a close female companion (my feminine side) in my dreams. I think now I need to accept feelings as being real, no matter how the circumstances are socially construed, and really just to accept the dreams and give myself permission to own the experience.

This wasn't about child sex. It was about my feeling content through being accepted by a special person. Someone who lets me close to them and calms me down. Surely this feeling goes back to my earliest feelings in infancy, of being soothed by my mother. Perhaps the challenge for me today is to know that I can be soothed and calmed in the scary world just as I was in the dream. I think I remember just how I felt.

I'm not much interested in the rest of the imagery in this dream. Presumably the town with flags means something as does the tree stump. The feeling of oppression is perhaps another childhood feeling about the world being a scary place full of rules and people who might hurt me for doing something wrong or because they simply decide they can.

Walking and tramming through the city

I'm with a group of people walking on some kind of structure. It seems we're walking around this roundabout/traffic island. It's got all sorts of bridges and underpasses to make this happen. But it's not modern-looking at all. More like old railway station architecture with gloss-painted wood and ironwork.

We need to get up to a narrow footbridge to get across one road. It means climbing a ladder, although it seems to me that the ladder is for people approaching from the other side, as our side is obstructed with pipes etc. A policeman tells us we can get across that way so we climb the ladder and sure enough our path is blocked and we can't get onto the footbridge. I felt smug in getting it right whilst the cop got it wrong.

Next I'm on an old tram which is actually running on the road like a bus. I'm up very high, above the tram really as I can see its roof. It's traveling very fast, like a speeded up film. First it's going along the main street where I live then it takes a few back streets past some shops and older department stores. I feel I've been there before and that these buildings interconnect. Now the bus/tram is heading back to the main street and the area where there are pubs and clubs.

Now I'm in this bar/restaurant which is large but mainly empty. With me is a woman who might be a colleague J but certainly isn't love interest for me. Also an older man and two children: a boy and a girl. The waiter comes to our table. He has a round face and short thin ginger hair. Probably age early 20s or 30 max. He grins and I have the feeling I don't much like him. He says something that conveys that he thinks I'm married to the woman. Somehow the children aren't welcome here - possibly underage or something. We ask for the menu but I wake up.

It was a strange place to go for a walk but it presented a challenge, and I think that's what I take from the early scene. The policeman represents law presumably but his advice was wrong. This scene enhances my view that I'm skeptical about what people tell me. Also the walk is rather pointless as we're just going round in a circle. What does this say about my sense of challenge? Like I do it "because it's there"?

The tram trip was in fast-motion. This in contrast to the difficulty in getting around the roundabout. I feel much more point to this journey and want to get there asap. Is that because there's no challenge?

Finally the restaurant scene. I felt awkward there. Like the different parts of me don't sit easily together and the waiter character tries to make sense of what he sees. No wonder I didn't like him. There's no need to make sense. Just accept me as you find me thank you very much.

Originally Posted by Burned up

Have to say I'm a little hesitant about writing up this dream. I hope people will read without prejudice.

hey man dont worry about it, I can understand why you would be hesitant but every one here understands that dreams are entirely symbolic and by no means so be taken literally

and yes you are right I do have that same issue lol

Originally Posted by Burned up

Have to say I'm a little hesitant about writing up this dream. I hope people will read without prejudice.

I know everyone here who reads dreams understands and would not judge. That dream is really not shocking or anything, don't worry. One thing I think Freud had right--things in dreams are not always what they seem. I can totally see how it might be something other than sexual; your description of it hardly even sounds that way.

I'm trying to think about when you would begin to wonder if someone was having a psychological problem based on the descriptions of their dreams. The only thing I can think of is if someone had repetitive dreams of something extremely violent; even then, I'm not sure; it would depend on other things too, like how they felt about it when they were awake.

Actually, I think when people describe their disturbing or embarrassing dreams, it is helpful to other people in understanding and accepting their own dreams. I was just talking about that, saying that I used to be much more open in my dream journal, but I've gotten inhibited since I've gotten to know people here better. I should try not to feel like that.

Originally Posted by Burned up

Have to say I'm a little hesitant about writing up this dream. I hope people will read without prejudice.

Don't worry about that, as for what I've seen on this forum so far, people aren't that narrow-minded. It's just a dream, your description isn't erotic (in my opinion). I liked the dream by the way

Ohw, and can I ask you to check in my journal my last dream? I was kinda hoping you would have some sort of an explanation for that dream or kind of dreams. Hopefully you'll check

Originally Posted by mark

hey man dont worry about it, I can understand why you would be hesitant but every one here understands that dreams are entirely symbolic and by no means so be taken literally

I hope so. But I still felt I needed to flag up that I not deliberately being a perv exhibitionist or something. Cheers.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

I know everyone here who reads dreams understands and would not judge. That dream is really not shocking or anything, don't worry. One thing I think Freud had right--things in dreams are not always what they seem. I can totally see how it might be something other than sexual; your description of it hardly even sounds that way.

Really? Thanks for saying so. I've been in one of those emotional moods all day, which is normal after dreams involving female closeness. It's not a feeling I have IRL (although I'm happily married and sexually OK), only during and after dreams.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

I'm trying to think about when you would begin to wonder if someone was having a psychological problem based on the descriptions of their dreams. The only thing I can think of is if someone had repetitive dreams of something extremely violent; even then, I'm not sure; it would depend on other things too, like how they felt about it when they were awake.

No I don't know either. And I'm not sure what anyone can do about it even if someone has socially worrying dreams. It's not enough to commit them to the asylum or anything. Probably the most helpful thing we can do is to listen to people and help them tolerate the feelings. Or is that the counsellor in me coming out?

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Actually, I think when people describe their disturbing or embarrassing dreams, it is helpful to other people in understanding and accepting their own dreams. I was just talking about that, saying that I used to be much more open in my dream journal, but I've gotten inhibited since I've gotten to know people here better. I should try not to feel like that.

I know what you mean. But I remind myself that I'm still anonymous (as far as I know) and that gives me the freedom to post stuff which is more revealing than otherwise.

It helps a lot to have the chance to share feedback too. Kind of, not so isolating? I really appreciate yours and everyone's feedback. Really.

Originally Posted by Tobby

Don't worry about that, as for what I've seen on this forum so far, people aren't that narrow-minded. It's just a dream, your description isn't erotic (in my opinion). I liked the dream by the way

Thanks Tobby. I think that's the trouble. I liked it too. It was a loving, innocent and tender experience and I don't want to turn it into something shameful.

Originally Posted by Tobby

Ohw, and can I ask you to check in my journal my last dream? I was kinda hoping you would have some sort of an explanation for that dream or kind of dreams. Hopefully you'll check

Sure, no problem. But please don't put too much emphasis on what I offer. My interpretation is just one of many possible interpretations. In the final analysis, we're the experts in our own dreams although I know it rarely seems that way.

Again, thanks to all of you.

I didn't see the policeman as law. What struck me was someone of authority. You see the true nature of problems even if it runs contrary to what someone of authority says about it - boss, teacher, professor, etc. You feel smug when those people are proven wrong, but you don't dare challenge their opinion. You would rather let the scenario play out to prove them wrong rather than take the initiative to disagree.

Originally Posted by raklet

I didn't see the policeman as law. What struck me was someone of authority. You see the true nature of problems even if it runs contrary to what someone of authority says about it - boss, teacher, professor, etc. You feel smug when those people are proven wrong, but you don't dare challenge their opinion. You would rather let the scenario play out to prove them wrong rather than take the initiative to disagree.

That's probably a better explanation than mine. Yes, not the law so much as authority/opinion in general (or at least, my sense of it as the cop was my dream character). He was a friendly guy - just that his advice was crap.

You're right about letting the scenario play out. I much prefer to see people proven wrong than to intervene and stop it all happening in the first place. I'm a bit of a "told you so" sort of person I suppose