An Emotional Dream

[Kaniaz]

I've recently been having trouble remembering my dreams, but last night I remembered this one. It was a very upsetting dream for me, it wasn't a nightmare or anything, but it was about somebody I loved and then they died. It had a plotline like a bad love story . The dream is hard to describe as it's got lots of sudden scene changes and unexplained things, so I won't mind if you just reply with "uh..what?". The dream wasn't lucid at all. The story begins with me somehow under the sea. I can tell I am not in a human form, but I'm not a fish... There's a little girl and a bulldog kind of person, and another little girl. The two girls start being mean to each other and not sharing their things, and one is getting upset. I help her when the other little girl is not looking (I wanted to impress her). The bulldog was also helping the little girl who I was trying to impress. Suddenly, the two girls disappear (however the bulldog stays). A pot of youghurt appears, with the lid torn back (so you can only see the silver side). It talks to me, and you can tell it's very, very ill. It needs to have some blood pumped into it every so often to keep it alive. I help, and talk to it a bit (it can talk back, and did so). This is where the dream gets rather stupid. I fall in love with the yoghurt pot. (). I help by donating my blood to it, and I find the bulldog is also using my blood, even though it dosen't need to. Then some man comes along (we're still under the sea), and it tries to capture the yoghurt pot. It fails because I leave some blood for her to use for a minute, then I confuse the man by somehow changing colours and he just runs away. Then there is a town nearby- due to bad politics (I think the bulldog made the yoghurt pot [who I think was the mayor of the town] raise the taxes, which made everybody upset). I had to give the rabbits (who were residents of the towns) lots of carrots to make them happy. I also lowered the taxes for them by changing a slider that was on one of the towers (it was like a window, confused yet?). For some reason, the town was in trouble and I had to take all the bunnies away and leave the yoghurt pot behind- but if I did it would die as it needed a blood donor. The bulldog had disappeared, so he couldn't help. I gave the yoghurt pot as much blood as I could, but I knew she would die. I said my last words to her: Me: I love you. Yoghurt Pot: I love you too. Then I flew away through the sea with the bunnies, and emerged on the surface. I saw a crane which had been putting that man who tried to catch the pot into the sea, and he appeared again. I pretended to be somebody else (somebody said I was their family?!) and then we started laughing. As I was laughing, the viewpoint I had been experiencing throughout the rest of the dream (3rd person, but I never saw myself) zoomed in on myself, and I saw five-seven white dots. I knew then they were the yoghurt pots "spirit" or something. T hen they all faded out and I knew she (the yoghurt pot) was dead. Then I woke up crying real tears, and I felt really in a state of depression, like I had just lost something real dear to me. That yoghurt pot- which I had loved. --- Okay, stop laughing now . It sounds really stupid but that yoghurt pot felt really important to me. It talked to me, I loved it, and it was ill. We never kissed or anything, I just knew it. (I can't see how I could kiss a yoghurt pot anyway). When I woke up I really was crying with real tears, and I felt really bad, like I had felt when I lost my dog (in real life). This is far fetched, but I'm wondering if that dream did something weird and mystical stuff, transported me to another world/planet/universe maybe in my dream, and that stuff actually happened and wasn't just love-drama-thing painted by my brain. Maybe the yoghurt pot, bulldog and stuff was just my interpretation of what those alien things were like? Maybe they were really there and died and stuff? (Okay, very far fetched theory. Just having a little think about it, not anything with alot of evidence). Oh well. I shall miss that yoghurt pot dearly. I didn't post it in Dream Journal because I wanted to see what you all think about it.

[Reala]

God, that dream was disturbing, maybe it was your subconsious telling you that you need to give somthing up? Maybe.

[Ev]

OMG ! A *yougurt pot* ? lmao. very distrurbing indeed!

[Lowercase Society]

Hrm...strange...emotional dreams always shake me up for a about 48 hours after it.... but i must say that a yougurt pot...anyway...

[Kaniaz]

Yeah...a yoghurt pot..... It was a "Muller Rice" strawberry flavour

[Seeker]

I am constantly amazed by the strength of emotion you feel in dreams. I think we all have experienced that great feeling of loss in a dream. Containers of all sorts are symbolic of women. Who knows, perhaps she represents your twin soul out there looking for you somewhere? Perhaps in a previous life, she was your wife or daughter and you watched her fade away and die from some disease? So sad! I'm depressed after just reading that.

[Reala]

Originally posted by Seeker I am constantly amazed by the strength of emotion you feel in dreams. *I think we all have experienced that great feeling of loss in a dream. Containers of all sorts are symbolic of women. Who knows, perhaps she represents your twin soul out there looking for you somewhere? * Perhaps in a previous life, she was your wife or daughter and you watched her fade away and die from some disease? So sad! *I'm depressed after just reading that. Are you kidding? It cheered me up! Okay, I'm wierd.

[Awaken]

Originally posted by Kaniaz I've recently been having trouble remembering my dreams, but last night I remembered this one. It was a very upsetting dream for me, it wasn't a nightmare or anything, but it was about somebody I loved and then they died. It had a plotline like a bad love story . The dream is hard to describe as it's got lots of sudden scene changes and unexplained things, so I won't mind if you just reply with \"uh..what?\". The dream wasn't lucid at all. The story begins with me somehow under the sea. I can tell I am not in a human form, but I'm not a fish... There's a little girl and a bulldog kind of person, and another little girl. The two girls start being mean to each other and not sharing their things, and one is getting upset. I help her when the other little girl is not looking (I wanted to impress her). The bulldog was also helping the little girl who I was trying to impress. Suddenly, the two girls disappear (however the bulldog stays). A pot of youghurt appears, with the lid torn back (so you can only see the silver side). It talks to me, and you can tell it's very, very ill. It needs to have some blood pumped into it every so often to keep it alive. I help, and talk to it a bit (it can talk back, and did so). This is where the dream gets rather stupid. I fall in love with the yoghurt pot. (). I help by donating my blood to it, and I find the bulldog is also using my blood, even though it dosen't need to. Then some man comes along (we're still under the sea), and it tries to capture the yoghurt pot. It fails because I leave some blood for her to use for a minute, then I confuse the man by somehow changing colours and he just runs away. Then there is a town nearby- due to bad politics (I think the bulldog made the yoghurt pot [who I think was the mayor of the town] raise the taxes, which made everybody upset). I had to give the rabbits (who were residents of the towns) lots of carrots to make them happy. I also lowered the taxes for them by changing a slider that was on one of the towers (it was like a window, confused yet?). For some reason, the town was in trouble and I had to take all the bunnies away and leave the yoghurt pot behind- but if I did it would die as it needed a blood donor. The bulldog had disappeared, so he couldn't help. I gave the yoghurt pot as much blood as I could, but I knew she would die. I said my last words to her: Me: I love you. Yoghurt Pot: I love you too. Then I flew away through the sea with the bunnies, and emerged on the surface. I saw a crane which had been putting that man who tried to catch the pot into the sea, and he appeared again. I pretended to be somebody else (somebody said I was their family?!) and then we started laughing. As I was laughing, the viewpoint I had been experiencing throughout the rest of the dream (3rd person, but I never saw myself) zoomed in on myself, and I saw five-seven white dots. I knew then they were the yoghurt pots \"spirit\" or something. T hen they all faded out and I knew she (the yoghurt pot) was dead. Then I woke up crying real tears, and I felt really in a state of depression, like I had just lost something real dear to me. That yoghurt pot- which I had loved. --- Okay, stop laughing now . It sounds really stupid but that yoghurt pot felt really important to me. It talked to me, I loved it, and it was ill. We never kissed or anything, I just knew it. (I can't see how I could kiss a yoghurt pot anyway). When I woke up I really was crying with real tears, and I felt really bad, like I had felt when I lost my dog (in real life). This is far fetched, but I'm wondering if that dream did something weird and mystical stuff, transported me to another world/planet/universe maybe in my dream, and that stuff actually happened and wasn't just love-drama-thing painted by my brain. Maybe the yoghurt pot, bulldog and stuff was just my interpretation of what those alien things were like? Maybe they were really there and died and stuff? (Okay, very far fetched theory. Just having a little think about it, not anything with alot of evidence). Oh well. I shall miss that yoghurt pot dearly. I didn't post it in Dream Journal because I wanted to see what you all think about it. Humm. You like impressing little girls too?