Thread: Burned up dreams

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Did you google?

I have now. And...no. I wasn't expecting there to be any rl association.

Tunnelov

No recall, just a few words in my notes

A railway tunnel in Russia. My brother-in-law M was there.

Rollers

No, Moonbeam, not those Rollers

Talking with an older American woman who was going on about some kind of wax. I saw some terracotta tubes in a row on the ground, arranged like rollers for luggage at airports etc. There were metal rods through the middle, so the terracotta rotated around the rods. The woman insisted they were made of wax but I wasn't buying it. (imagine accent...) "Yes they are, Goddammit!".

Doggy style at the castle

I'm in Kelso (small town in Scotland with a castle and large grounds / PDP - boy round house yesterday has Granny living there). There are a few of us in a team entering an orienteering-type treasure hunt. My youngest daughter was one of the DCs but I don't recall the rest. They buggered off half way through the dream anyway.

So I have a map which was next to useless as it was like a bookmark and had almost no detail (PDP - looking at airline destination map yesterday). I start looking at the map working out the best route and which location to pick off first when the rest of the group pointed out that the first base was just there behind me . So we stamp our card or whatever and I look for the next one. I wished I had a compass as I could have known exactly which way to go, but the others were already off in a direction I wasn't sure about.

Then we came to another part of the castle in the grounds. I see most of the group going over this old stone bridge and I can't be bothered to call them back. They're clearly not taking this seriously. I on the other hand head right, through some doors which closed together although they were arranged at a right angle. My daughter was still with me and this dog - a red setter - had joined us. As it came through the doors, they closed on its nose and I could (somehow) see a nose one side of the doors and mainly dog on the other side. "Poor doggy" said my daughter, with feeling.

The room beyond the doors was a large tea room. Not many people there and it was rather messy, like at the end of a day. Must be a converted out-building of the castle. I go to stroke the dog's nose and it starts sucking one of my fingers. Urgh, I think. I bonk it on the nose (again, haha) saying "bad dog" or something like that. It momentarily pulls away then starts sucking my finger again. . Two old ladies having a cop of tea and probably cream scones see the scene and criticise me for being cruel to the dog. Now I was angry "Well, you look after it then." (PDP - I was in a conversation yesterday about society having a joint responsibility to its children).

I was now rather lost. I noticed that the map, shaped like a bookmark, opened out like a paper fan into a broad map. But it still didn't have much detail. I checked both sides and had a kind of resigned feeling that I was never going to get to the treasure first despite my clearly superior map-reading skills.

The bloody dog was still there but my daughter had gone. Now I was not so much with the dog but I was holding just its tongue. Just it's tongue. It felt warm and rubbery. It was turning from red to purple. But I didn't let it go. I knew it was somehow my responsibility.

On the other side of the cafe I go to some glass doors which lead into a field. As I go through a young man in martial-arts gear who I know to be an apprentice (?) tells me that way is now closed.

Bus business

Dozing at around 7am

I'm on a bus coming in to the city from the west. I have in my mind a bus map and am wondering which route to take to get home. I picture routes 7 and 14 in a Y-shape on the map, each intersecting my W-E route at different places but ultimately going south to the same place. I get off and I see a bus over the road junction and check its number. Good, it's about to go and it's not the tight one. I cross and can't see my bus coming. (Can't recall which number bus I opted for). I cross the road I came in on and I see a few buses but none are the one I need. I'm not concerned.

Carpet crawlers

In a rare bit of lucidity for me, I'm a baby or at least pretending to be one. I'm crawling around the carpet of the front room in the first house I lived in. I seem to be tracking insects on the carpet or perhaps just randomly exploring. This is fun. I wonder what's in the next room? I crawl in, only looking downwards, and I see that the room has a black and white chequered lino tiled floor. I can feel it hard and cold. Then I bump into a coat stand and wake up.

The whole sequence probably only lasted about 5 seconds!

Thoughts on "Doggy style at the castle"

The theme of the long dream is that I like to think I know what I'm doing (I had the map) but only in my world. Others have different reasons for being there. Being social mainly. I definitely felt out on my own.

The dog was dependent on me like a child. I was expected to nurture it, or so it felt (sucking finger = breast feeding?). I don't like that feeling. Nothing against the dog, just that I wish it would keep its life to itself. I'm really not very good at sharing when it comes down to it.

The tongue was where my mind was focused on what I didn't like about the dog. As a dog, yeah, fine. But touching its tongue. Yuck. And whilst the dog disappeared, it's tongue stayed with me. Double yuck. Feelings of disgust and intimacy at the same time come to mind. In some ways that's a conflict for me when I'm being sexual irl. I don't like tongues. (Sorry ladies).
Don't know why.

Wow, I had some reading to catch up
That last part with the dog was very interesting. First with his nose stuck between the door, then sucking your hand and later holding it's tongue... I don't like dogs licking me either, they smell But with cats, goats or horses, I like it when they lick my hands

he he I would have freaked out at the £64 bill for meal....dam imagine it with drinks included!

ha ha ha that dog dream was just plain funny! ha ha I bet the dog was gutted when you grabed its tounge ha great stuff man

Originally Posted by Burned up

Doggy style at the castle

I had such hope for this dream! I thought it was finally the one. It was entertaining, anyway.

Originally Posted by Burned up

Carpet crawlers

Yay, baby-steps of lucidity!

Originally Posted by Sara

Wow, I had some reading to catch up
That last part with the dog was very interesting. First with his nose stuck between the door, then sucking your hand and later holding it's tongue... I don't like dogs licking me either, they smell But with cats, goats or horses, I like it when they lick my hands

Not so keen on any animal salivating on my hand really. Yes, dogs are especially smelly. I mean, have you seen where they put their noses?

Originally Posted by mark

he he I would have freaked out at the £64 bill for meal....dam imagine it with drinks included!

I've just realised that I'm using the same arithmetic as Raklet and his £128 room. Powers of two again. (Or memory in a PC etc).

Originally Posted by mark

ha ha ha that dog dream was just plain funny! ha ha I bet the dog was gutted when you grabed its tounge ha great stuff man

Well that was the last I (thankfully) saw of it. As dogs go I actually like red setters.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

I had such hope for this dream! I thought it was finally the one. It was entertaining, anyway.

I have high hopes every night. But nay. All I can do it use misleading headlines

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Yay, baby-steps of lucidity!

Haha yes it sometimes happens. But I'm not going to get obsessive about it. My main interest is in dream meanings and getting good recall, which I've managed to achieve now. I actually look forward to going to bed now possibly for the first time in my life.

Originally Posted by Burned up

The woman insisted they were made of wax but I wasn't buying it. (imagine accent...) "Yes they are, Goddammit!".

Huh? What accent? I thought it was you folks on the other side of the ocean that had an accent!

Originally Posted by Burned up

I actually look forward to going to bed now possibly for the first time in my life.

Sounds like a story behind that. Why haven't you liked going to bed previously?

Originally Posted by Burned up

Not so keen on any animal salivating on my hand really. Yes, dogs are especially smelly. I mean, have you seen where they put their noses?

Usually in my crotch

Haha yes it sometimes happens. But I'm not going to get obsessive about it. My main interest is in dream meanings and getting good recall, which I've managed to achieve now. I actually look forward to going to bed now possibly for the first time in my life.

I remember in my first lucids, I was also helplessly crawling around like a baby. But my skills improved with each next dream (well, the flying is still a big problem) Remember: your normal dreams are not going to suffer if you have some lucids in between! And I share your feelings of looking forward to going to bed

Originally Posted by Sara

Usually in my crotch

ha ha ha yeah what the hell is it with dogs and that!

BU that is insane with the £64 thing I would never have spotted that ...wow

personally I am not a dog person I much prefer cats

Originally Posted by raklet

Huh? What accent? I thought it was you folks on the other side of the ocean that had an accent!

Ha. Look 'ere Raklet me ole mate. It was MY dream. She definitely had an accent!

Originally Posted by raklet

Sounds like a story behind that. Why haven't you liked going to bed previously?

Well spotted. I suppose I've never been good at endings. I feel lonely in bed, even with a sleeping wife beside me. I often listen to the radio (DJ for company) if sleep doesn't seem imminent.

Originally Posted by Sara

Usually in my crotch

Haha yes I've met dogs like that. They're designed really badly. Small dogs and very big ones - much better design.

I was actually thinking of where on other dogs they put their noses.

Originally Posted by Sara

I remember in my first lucids, I was also helplessly crawling around like a baby. But my skills improved with each next dream (well, the flying is still a big problem) Remember: your normal dreams are not going to suffer if you have some lucids in between!

So being a lucid baby is what happens before growing up lucid? Cute theory

Originally Posted by Sara

And I share your feelings of looking forward to going to bed

Sweet

Originally Posted by mark

ha ha ha yeah what the hell is it with dogs and that!

BU that is insane with the £64 thing I would never have spotted that ...wow

personally I am not a dog person I much prefer cats

Hmm. Well. Cats make me sneeze. Female ones do anyway (I don't know why either). They can be arrogant creatures too. Gimme a tortoise any day.

Originally Posted by Burned up

Bus business

Dozing at around 7am

I'm on a bus coming in to the city from the west. I have in my mind a bus map and am wondering which route to take to get home. I picture routes 7 and 14 in a Y-shape on the map, each intersecting my W-E route at different places but ultimately going south to the same place. I get off and I see a bus over the road junction and check its number. Good, it's about to go and it's not the tight one. I cross and can't see my bus coming. (Can't recall which number bus I opted for). I cross the road I came in on and I see a few buses but none are the one I need. I'm not concerned.

I could have sworn I had a dream a short while ago about buses traveling south like this. But nothing in my DJ. So basically it looks like my dream altered my memory (of dreams). I've suspected this before but now I have evidence. What I think is a repeating dream is not - rather I'm dreaming it's a repeat!

End of the road

I'm with my (female) friend L from my last course. We're running out of the building, glad to be together and we hold hands. Next we're cycling, fast, down a hill in the town where I grew up. This huge insect - a fly about 6 inches long - lands on me. I panic a bit and it flies away. But I'm scared it will come back.

L is behind me and I'm worried it'll land on her. Now we're turning left onto a road which irl is called New Hampton Road. But it's in a bad state of repair and in one pile of broken tarmac there's a bees' nest. L doesn't want to go near it but we keep cycling, carefully, nevertheless. We're still going quite fast and it's effortless.

Now the road has become a housing estate and I don't recognise where I am. It's a tangle of roads, not the straight road I thought we were on. I say sadly "I have to leave you now. This is what happens in my dreams."

Reluctant Reunion

It's evening and I need to get something from the office. When I get there I realise I'd forgotten there's an office reunion this evening. Feeling pulled both ways (I'm expected home) I decide to stay for a short while then "disappear". Now I'm in a restaurant and there are a number of young, trendy and very well-looking people there. They are all people who used to work with me (apparently). I either pretend to recognise them and say "how you doin' after all this time" and suchlike or perhaps I feel I do know them?

I see K at the next table (former colleague) and I feel I should go and speak with him although I don't really want to. Then I go home.

The theme of the first dream centres around how I handle the ending. I call off the tryst rather than wake unhappy. I can see that the relationship is temporary and that when I get to places like this in my dreams DCs tend to disappear anyway. I'm very fond of L irl so to see her like this in a dream is no surprise. Of course, the dream is about my own inner woman. (Perhaps pdp as I was exchanging "inner woman" stuff with Mark last night).

The large fly and the swarm of bees seems a bit of a sideshow. I usually think of insects as irritating thoughts. Perhaps the large fly was a very large irritating thought, perhaps relating to my uncertainties of this male-female relationship. The swarm of bees affected her more than me. Lots of little irritating thoughts for my inner woman (or so I believe). Maybe I think "she" is distracted too much to think of me?

The roads are the other big clue. We start on a straight road that I know. We're sure (well, I am) of where we're going. (irl she always let me do the leading when we were walking together etc!). But the road wasn't straight. It first went into a road of poor condition (minor obstacles). Then it took me somewhere I didn't know (a major obstacle). I couldn't bear the thought of my getting distracted about finding the way and her vanishing from the dream so I basically gave up. I guess I do that with people irl rather than engage with them about how the two of us could go forward together.

An interesting insight into my "anima projection".

The second dream was not so interesting. The DCs were like parts of me that have developed when I haven't been watching. They looked good so I take this as a sign of hope.

Hey man that first dream is interesting, that massive fly was freaky! lol

I had no idea you could gain so much knowledge from a dream....I am gonna have to learn how to do that lol

Originally Posted by Burned up

I guess I do that with people irl rather than engage with them about how the two of us could go forward together.

Fascinating insight, because online you don't appear to be that way at all. So, what makes the difference?


BTW....I don't think you ever put up pictures of your ski trip. Or did I miss them?

Originally Posted by Burned up

. I say sadly "I have to leave you now. This is what happens in my dreams."

Aha! Almost lucid!

Originally Posted by mark

I had no idea you could gain so much knowledge from a dream....I am gonna have to learn how to do that lol

I know; that's what I was thinking. I feel very non-insightful and non-instrospective when I read Bu's journal. Mark you seem to have so much symobolism in your dreams that you probably could do some good interpretation.

Originally Posted by mark

Hey man that first dream is interesting, that massive fly was freaky! lol

I had no idea you could gain so much knowledge from a dream....I am gonna have to learn how to do that lol

It's a case of me thinking: Now, why did I do that?

Originally Posted by raklet

Fascinating insight, because online you don't appear to be that way at all. So, what makes the difference?

I have to try hard, raklet. Much easier with things like discussion groups, email etc than in real time.

Originally Posted by raklet

BTW....I don't think you ever put up pictures of your ski trip. Or did I miss them?

No, no pics. I'll take a look and see what I can post. I'm a very secretive person y'see.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Aha! Almost lucid!

That's what I thought afterwards. But it didn't feel lucid at the time.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

I know; that's what I was thinking. I feel very non-insightful and non-instrospective when I read Bu's journal. Mark you seem to have so much symobolism in your dreams that you probably could do some good interpretation.

I don't think there's any special ability required. I basically started with one dream (from about 3 years ago now) and took it from there.

There are loads of different theories - just look at the replies in the Dream Interpretation forum to know what I mean. I start with feelings and the belief that everything we dream of is part of ourself. I don't think too much about symbolism, rather how I feel when I think of certain images in the dream. Insects being irritating thoughts for example - that's what they're like in dreams and in real life.

SnoozyJet

Only vague recall - mostly notes

On a plane. Passengers are sleeping on lines of camping beds, in lines like a refugee camp. The following morning I have to get to my uni class. I see fellow student B and am pleased to see her. (Anima alert). I then remember I have to go back and get my glasses.

SnoozyCar

A seemingly similar dream but sleeping in the back of a car.

Chinese new year

My colleague C (who is Chinese) was wishing me a happy (Chinese) new year. I didn't understand what he was saying as I thought I knew what happy new year was in Chinese.

Not much to go on last night. Sleeping on a plane? Like I'm going somewhere but don't know where? Meeting B, that was nice. Go back to get glasses? Sounds like I'm wanting to engage some internal organ of clarity!

I like the sleepy dreams they seem really relaxed and everthing seems nice, like how you were happy to see B (by any chance is this the sexy student?)

Habe you ever been to a chinese new year? I would love to go to one I bet it is so much fun!

Originally Posted by mark

I like the sleepy dreams they seem really relaxed and everthing seems nice, like how you were happy to see B (by any chance is this the sexy student?)

LOL no not the one I was fantasising about the other night. But B and I have a few things in common - like we both gave up (partially in my case) bank jobs to train in counselling.

Originally Posted by mark

Habe you ever been to a chinese new year? I would love to go to one I bet it is so much fun!

No but I was kind of invited by some female Chinese students but declined as it would have been far too frustrating/tantalising for me .

Just a couple of fragments. Last night was zzzzzzzzzz.....

Model on film

I was looking at this stately home which was to be on TV. Next I was in the studio and the director brought out this model about 12 inches high of the house. It was broad and white and very life-like. Not sure what sort of scene was going to be filmed there.

Greek tickle

I was at a multi-cultural event. In a discussion group of some kind I was getting a bit bored so I tickled the feet of a young Greek woman in the room who also looked bored. Then I decided to go.

My interpretation faculty is having a day off today.

Originally Posted by Burned up

Greek tickle

My interpretation faculty is having a day off today.

However, your dream-title skill is quite suggestive and entertaining.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

However, your dream-title skill is quite suggestive and entertaining.

Haha. I'm pleased you like it . I suppose it gives an indication of the mood I'm in

Originally Posted by Burned up

No but I was kind of invited by some female Chinese students but declined as it would have been far too frustrating/tantalising for me .

ha ha ha thats great...still I would have went...what can I say I have a thing for Asian girls lol

Originally Posted by Burned up

Just a couple of fragments. Last night was zzzzzzzzzz.....

ha ha I keep falling for your sugestive titles ha I will have to watch that one lol

ha ha the greek woman and tickling thing is well funny lol...still I bet it was entertaining

Bloody teenagers

In this dream "we" really means "I" but throughout I felt that I was one of a group of people. The dream sounds rather X-Files but it wasn't as disturbing as I would now think.

We were walking along a street and came across a young person who was bleeding. Like bleeding everywhere at once. The person was then taken away by some sort of authority figures - police/medic types I suppose.

Then we came across another. I don't recall the gender of either but somehow that isn't important. Anyway this second teenager explained that they too were losing blood and before they were taken away like the first, they gave me a small object. I looked at it and it was a pink rose petal.

We were then speaking to a third youngster. I asked what was happening. They said it was to do with the head and with the heart. That they were bleeding from both. I got the impression that some kind of mass-scale scientific experiment was going on. But the "bleeding from head and heart" words stayed with me.

Then we were in a house. Quite a small house perhaps mid-20th century build. On the landing I could see there was blood everywhere. A man perhaps my age was standing there. He gave the impression that he was used to living in this world of bloodiness, like living through the blitz or something. I could see that there was blood on the stairs as I looked down. But more obvious was that there seemed to be a huge wound in the house itself, running from top to bottom near the stairs. The depths of this wound were black or very dark red and this seemed to be the source of the blood in the house.

Flower baby

I was in a garden which was not like mine. More like a cross between the first house I lived in and my grandfather's garden. Could even have been the garden of the house in the dream above. At the end of the garden, I had pruned a hebe (a shrub) which had grown large. A branch I left unpruned had died back and there was no new growth although there was growth from the base (PDP - I was looking at said plant in my garden and I think I killed it last year!). A branch of a plum tree was resting against this dead branch and they were almost like one think branch.

Now I'm on the patio with a daughter (or another little girl) and am wanting to water this plant I'd transplanted into an old terracotta pot. But the soil was sandy and compact and the water was just running off rather than soaking in. So I filled the pot to the top and waited. Eventually the water soaked in and the soil was moist. I saw the plant move and saw grey shiny skin peeping through which I though was a large worm. Then a reptilian head appeared and I thought it must be a frog or a toad. But as the creature crawled out I saw it was a small tortoise with a flat but colourful shell. It extended its tongue and a baby tortoise crawled out as if the tongue was a tube. The baby also had a colourful shell but a different colour from the "mother".

Now both tortoises were crawling on the patio. I saw my wife standing at the back of the house. She was trying to talk to someone in the distance 0 i knew this from her expression. I tried to catch her attention to show her the tortoises but she wouldn't listen to me.

Fragmented road

Staring into a hole in the road. It had been covered by a metal plate with an oval shape removed. One piece of a structure that will support tram tracks in the city.

That first dream was not the usual stuff from me. I suppose any meaning depends on what I understand about the blood. Well, it certainly links to life and in this dream it's like young people weren't growing to adulthood because of the loss of blood. My powers of interpretation are failing me here. If I was scared or disgusted or something I'd have more to go on but my feeling was more like - so what?

The pink rose petal has some significance for me. I associate my little dream girl (a 7yo who visits my dreams sometimes) with a pink rose garden. We danced in one together once. Like the petal was a message from her - reminding me she was still around. But the messenger, like the others, was bleeding. The light pink of a rose petal contrasting with the deep red of blood.

The house at the end ought to be significant too. On the basis that the top of the house is symbolically the head and the middle the heart then could this cleft also relate to what the third person said "bleeding in the head and the heart"? Bleeding mentally and emotionally?

I can't get the metaphor here. I feel OK. Maybe as a teenager I didn't feel OK and that's what I'm accessing? Dear readers, this has left me well confused.

The second dream has some interesting symbolism too. I once had an obsession with tortoises when I was about 10yo - I liked the idea of a hard shell (emotional defence). I even tried to cultivate "tortoise" as a nickname for me. The baby tortoise was born out of the mouth of an adult tortoise in a flower pot. It was fascinating. Wondering if I'm putting up emotional defences again? That may relate to the previous dream also.