Hi everyone.
I'm fascinated by dream interpretations, symbols, and other such things. I joined for a couple reasons. Number One is obviously to see what other people have to say on the matter and second is because I would like some insight if possible. I'm not sure if this really belongs here... but I don't really know where else it should belong.
Last night I had a dream that has been bothering me all day. It wasn't scary (although there was some mild violence) but it was... strange. Allow me to give some background.
I have had frequent sleep paralysis since I was a child. Multiple times during the week, sometimes in one night. I read many places that this could be the doorway to astral travel. I'm not questioning the validity of that right now. But, I did continue to pursue that for some time, eager to travel astrally as often as possible. I have had dreams where I knew it was a dream and I was occasionally able to control the dream, although not the surroundings. I'm not sure that qualifies as lucid dreaming. But, moving on...
So, I dreamt last night that I was at a sort of campsite. It was deep in the woods and there were lots of people scattered about in their own groups. There was a cabin and I was walking along the front of it. The ground looked like the beach--sandy, soft, etc. But what was really...odd... was it felt like reality. I mean, more so than any normal dream. It was as real as me sitting here typing this right now. And I recognized it as a dream, but then slowly began thinking maybe real life is the dream and the dream was reality. That's how real it was. Reality started to feel fuzzy and I couldn't remember a lot of it. I started to feel a connection to where I was, as if I belonged there. I started to feel like that was it, I wasn't coming back. But, it didn't matter, because in the dream, it was reality. And when it started, I had been there for four days. I remembered the details of the previous four days, even though it only picked up at that one particular point in time.
When I started considering the thought that it was reality, I walked over toward a car and sat down in front of it, cradling a chocolate bar as if it was the only thing keeping me alive. Two men came over and wanted my chocolate bar. When I refused to give in, they started hitting me in the head. One of them kicked me in the nose and I felt all of it, as if it were actually happening, but I refused to give them my chocolate bar. (I mean, seriously, it's chocolate. I'm not giving that up easily!) Then I turned around to face the opposite way and then I... woke up... I guess.
Any insight?
Thanks so much.
Mrs. Valkyrie
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