Thread: Burned up dreams

Originally Posted by Burned up

I'm a bit of a "told you so" sort of person I suppose

ha ha arnt we all eh ?

this made me laugh BU

The three seals

I'm in this messy room, perhaps packing at the end of a holiday or something. I notice that there are 3 seals (or are they sea lions?) in the room doing not very much. Suddenly this other chap in the room picks one of them up by the tail. It seems to have a wound in its anal area and its guts are showing. He's interested but I don't really want to look. Next thing, this seal or it could have been one of the others shits on the floor. It then picks up the fresh turds and, laughing seal-style, throws it at me. I try and dodge but somehow I knew I was going to get it. Sure enough I've got seal-shit down me. The seal looks proud of its achievements. The other chap LOLs but I'm not really amused. We pack to go home.

A nice cuddle

I'm with my course friends again and we're meeting in H's flat (which I've never been in) for what seems to be some kind of group session. I sit on the sofa, alone, as I'm one of the first there. Two more friends arrive and one, M, sits on the floor by my feet. We start cuddling, somehow, not sure how this works in real life and it seems impossible but she's on the floor and I'm on the sofa facing the same way and we're in a hug. We rock as we hug and I get worried that other people will notice. Then I see everyone is asleep in the room.

Next thing, M and I are stretched out on the sofa. But we're the opposite way round so I'm now hugging her feet! It feels good. I'm aware that my wife is also in the room and I can hear her sleep talking (wondering if this was happening irl). She says "I don't like this holiday. This flat is too small. We spent ages in Carlisle."

Now it's time for the meeting to finish. M and I leave the room first and we go downstairs, not talking, and out of the door. I notice that it's damp in the doorway and people's hats and gloves have been trampled into the floor. As I leave the building I wake up.

Dentist

For some reason I decide it's time for my dentist appointment, which is normally every 6 months. I turn up at the dentist although I sense something isn't quite right. I'm with a woman but perhaps she just arrived at the same time. Rather than give me an appointment, the receptionist hands me an appointment card telling me to come back in 3 months.

I've had seals in my dreams before. Wish I knew what they meant. They're slow, independent creatures. A little mysterious as they spend time in the water. This time the bastards are taking the piss out of me. That doesn't make interpretation any easier.

I much preferred the second dream. M and I aren't really close irl although I've often wanted to be closer to her. She's what I would call a "soft" person who is just nice to be with. Like I feel close to her when she's there. Anyway, as a DC she seems to be the person representing my "other half". At the same time, I think I'm being disloyal and am worried about the closeness. I've had this sort of dream before too.

Not sure what to make of the dentist fragment. 3 months. The number 3. Oh well. Time for tea now so further analysis will have to wait.

ha ha ha that seal dream is totally hilarious!!

Originally Posted by mark

ha ha ha that seal dream is totally hilarious!!

I'll never be able to watch a sea lion show again!!!

Originally Posted by Burned up

I notice that there are 3 seals (or are they sea lions?) in the room doing not very much.

Did they have external ears? Did they walk on their back flippers, or drag them? The answers to those questions will tell you the answer. The distinction is critical for proper anlaysis of the dream.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Did they have external ears? Did they walk on their back flippers, or drag them? The answers to those questions will tell you the answer. The distinction is critical for proper anlaysis of the dream.

I couldn't tell as their trunks were in the way.

They had swimming trunks on? I re-read the dream, I don't see that part.

Originally Posted by Burned up

I'll never be able to watch a sea lion show again!!!

I am still laughing at the idea of a sea lion throwing shit at ya lol

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

They had swimming trunks on? I re-read the dream, I don't see that part.

He's yanking your chain, MB!

Originally Posted by raklet

He's yanking your chain, MB!

Aye and she's yanking mine.

Originally Posted by mark

I am still laughing at the idea of a sea lion throwing shit at ya lol

Yeah. Me too

(A-ha. That was you in the dream laughing then!)

Fragment

A village on the north coast of Scotland. I was amazed it looked quite normal given its remoteness. Wondered who lived there and why. It was dark.

Yarrick

A man was showing a woman a card game she didn't know. It was called "Yarrick". On the table were 5 cards arranged in a + pattern, with a fairly wide gap between each card. In his hand was a container like a CD box with two cards showing outwards (i.e. one each side of the case) and a bundle of unseen cards between them. I think it was a game for two rather than a patience game for one.

Darkness = darker areas of unconscious. Remote village = area of unconscious that's a long way from "me". Wondered who lived there = want to know what lurks in the depths of my mind. Apparently much the same as what lurks in the rest of it.

Yarrick. Great name for a card game. I googled it just in case such a game existed but just came up with warhammer stuff which maybe some younger readers will know about. (I have an original warhammer from c1980 by the way). Anyhow, I know nothing of warhammer characters so that's just coincidence.

OK, back on topic. So this card game is being explained by a man to a woman. Seems that's the normal order of things in my limited world. I'm not convinced she really wanted to know but he really wanted to tell her. The arrangement of cards is presumably symbolic. A cross. Religious perhaps? Don't think so. Nope, can't get any meaning from the game itself.

Fragment 1 - Dancing round room

Some kind of children's game of chasing and catching whilst running around the room. There was music playing and I was doing silly dances as I was going round partly to slow myself down to make it easier for the kids and partly to embarrass them.

Fragment 2 - Destroying shelves

I had left some wood for shelving in a barn. When I went back my son had bashed holes in them. He looked at me defiantly. I was furious and started to chase him but as I was waking I found it harder to run and didn't manage to catch him before I woke up.

In the first fragment I was being a "silly Dad" as seen in many sitcoms and family movies. In the second there was a certain amount of PDP and I do get angry at his antics and attitudes. But that's probably says more about me than him, as this dream reveals.

Fragment 1

(literally) [something I can't read - looks like "Men Nomeen Cirns"] some kind of unpowered flight.

Fragment 2

Culture Club - the 80s band - are the latest band reforming. Wait, who's that rehearsing in the room behind. It's Elvis!

Fragment 3

3rd daughter has entered a swimming race. She's against 3 men, but the one on her left is a fat shaggy Jamaican-looking fellow and I suspect she'll finish ahead of him. There are two other men beyond. She wants to jump/dive into the water to get a head start but the official says no. There seems to be some kind of cover on the pool designed to stop people jumping too far into the water. Simple but ingenious.

Fragment 4

I have a 4th daughter who seems to be 6 or 7 years old and is called Matilda. Not sure how she appeared. It was like I'd forgotten she was there.

Nothing much to go on in #1. Not much in #2 either except to say I find all the Elvis-related spin and hype really boring and I think he's vastly overrated anyway.

#3 - she was being what we call a "chancer" i.e. pushing the limits. irl she's a bit like that but I'm not. But I do recall thinking more about spontanaity and less about worrying about consequences the previous day. That side of me seems to appear as her. Interesting.

#4 - this is more fun. I used to dream of a girl called Michelle but haven't thought much about her lately. I don't think Matilda is Michelle. But she seems to be reminding me that there is a little girl I've forgotten about somewhere. I'll stop before I get emotional.

ha ha fragment 1 is so funny and totally familiar lol!

that last dream is very interesting I wonder what this Matilda represents considering you have dreamed of her before

Originally Posted by mark

ha ha fragment 1 is so funny and totally familiar lol!

that last dream is very interesting I wonder what this Matilda represents considering you have dreamed of her before

Well I haven't really. I've dreamed of a little girl called Michelle a few times before but I don't think this was her. Although it might be, with the similar name suggesting I've become more distant? Or it might be my dreamer reminding me of her somehow. I do know a family whose youngest is Matilda but I haven't thought of them for years and wouldn't recognise her irl.

She appeared as "the forgotten child" as I felt I'd known her all her life (maybe mine too) but somehow needed reminding of this.

Either way, she's young, innocent, female and various other things I'm not.

Football fragment

I'm playing at a high level and the game is fast and competitive. I seem to be in a holding midfield position and am passed back the ball by one of the forwards. As the opposing team closes in on me I pass accurately to a player in front of me and on the right who then turns the ball into the net. GOAL!!!

I'm not a footballer at all. I don't really play sport for that matter (I prefer skiing, cycling, walking, swimming for exercise). But this is the thirds or fourth footy dream in the past few weeks. And as with the world cup dream a couple of weeks ago, again I'm the hero. This is all new to me as historically I'd screw up if I had the ball. Anyhow, it wasn't me scoring but I was part of the winning play.

The team seem to be a bunch of "men" who represent the competitive, aggressive, collective part of me. The idea that I'm not alone in the competitive world is of some comfort. And the idea that I can be successful as part of a team (with my unconscious "players") may take some decoding but is nevertheless a more comforting feeling than thinking I have to be successful alone.

lol im so glad I dont have football dreams...worst sport ever if you ask me lol

Originally Posted by mark

lol im so glad I dont have football dreams...worst sport ever if you ask me lol

What! A Brit that doesn't like football? Unbelievable! Not that I blame you, I think it tremendously boring as well.

Originally Posted by mark

lol im so glad I dont have football dreams...worst sport ever if you ask me lol

Isn't it part of being a man? Presumably you only talk about cars and women with your mates

Originally Posted by raklet

What! A Brit that doesn't like football? Unbelievable! Not that I blame you, I think it tremendously boring as well.

Don't get me started on American Football

Yes there are two paths you can go down, but in the long run. There's still time to change the road you're on

More of a fragment really, but I'm getting bored of writing "fragment" in the title.

I was in a part of the town where I live where the new houses meet green hillside (exists irl). I'm wanting to walk to the main road about a mile away. The first path I see rises up the hill so I know it's not that. Just beyond, again on the left, another path has been formed by people taking a short cut across some grass and down to the minor road which heads where I want to go. But I see no pavement at the side of it.

I look across to th other side of that road and although their is no pavement, I can see a footpath running parallel just above it as the lie of land rises to a field. I decide that's the path I will take.

As I cross the road and walk up to the path, I'm thinking of what a friend told me on Thursday evening. The person I thought was his best friend has been a source of jealousy in his life, and I had never realised he'd been in this guy's shadow for many years.

3 paths actually. I didn't want to go up the hill. Unlike me , being a hillwalker. I didn't want to follow the road. That's more predictable. I chose to walk close to the road but not on it.

That's roughly how I live my life. The road was for cars and it felt dangerous. I felt safer on the footpath as I knew it went to the same place. Sounds like my life.

Not sure why I started thinking of my friend's story.

That's an interesting dream. And more than a fragment, really, but I don't know if it deserves such a big, long, dramatic title...

Who doesn't feel safer on the foot-path? A reasonable choice.

So what's your friend going to do? Dump the other guy? Why does he hang around with someone that he is so jealous of?

Originally Posted by Burned up

Don't get me started on American Football

No need. I don't enjoy watching it. I played it as a youth and loved it, but playing and watching are two different things. Professional football....bah, more like professional thuggery. Overpaid under worked brutes. More like Roman gladiators than Greek Olympians.

Originally Posted by Burned up

Isn't it part of being a man? Presumably you only talk about cars and women with your mates

ha ha yeah you are right ofcourse....I just dont see the appeal, and it does affect my social life. There are alot of people I know who only talk of football which means that I limit my friendship group lol

Hey that was a interesting dream, especially the part about your friend. It is funny how these things happen and we dont know it. It is quite comforting in a strange way to know that everyone feels something similar