Help with symbolism

**A Lost Soul** · 10-27-2003 05:56 PM

From my dream journal:

Nothing really happened, exactly. My dreaming seemed to have no continuity whatsoever. Instead, it was more like I was shown a bunch of images separated by the blink of an eye.

The first was an old man with a very long, thin beard… he seemed to be made out of mist. I was walking on a sidewalk with him. There was a baby in my arms… wrapped in a soft and fluffy pale yellow blanket. The baby had a very old soul and somehow the soul had retained everything it had ever experienced. It was speaking to me, in my mind, yet the baby was still a helpless baby in my arms. It was like the soul and the child were actually two separate entities. The baby was a normal infant, but she was wearing a little silver tiara. The gem centered on her third eye was very dark; I almost want to say it was hematite but I can’t be sure. The whole scene was rather dark so it was hard to tell. The two gems to either side of the center gem, though, were definitely black.
It started to rain. Downpour, actually. It was cold and I was worried about the baby. I couldn’t shield her from the rain and she was crying. Her soul told me to shelter her. She turned into a doll and I hugged her as tightly as I could. Then she turned from a doll into Co-Cheese (a friend’s Chihuahua). He was drenched and shivering and whining and I started to cry because he was suffering and no matter how hard I tried, my sweater just wouldn’t cover him. Then he turned into an owl. The owl flew above us for a bit. But the rain was too heavy, and the owl fell onto the sidewalk again. The live owl turned into a little ceramic owl, and when I picked it up, I put it to my chest and it disappeared into my heart.

The next was an apartment… For some reason, Dave (my ex-fiancé who is still a good friend) was renting another apartment in addition to the one he’s living in now. It was a nice place and it had an ‘O’-shaped sort of patio thing that overlooked the stairs. It was more like a hotel than an apartment. It was way too expensive and he couldn’t afford both of them, but he couldn’t choose between the two.
I could hear the rain patting on the windows.

Directly after this, Dave and I were in a black car that could almost fly. It could catch some serious air for long distances, but it couldn’t stay airborne the entire trip. A stranger randomly hopped into the backseat and Dave and I looked at each other like, “um… ok?” I had no idea who he was, but he seemed like a good guy. I got the impression that he was one of those people who are really annoying, but nice, and you can’t fault them for being annoying because of the niceness. Dave shrugged and said, “Well, I guess we could give him a ride. His place is on the way, right?”
Then he clicked on the wipers because it started to rain heavily.

The next was a store of some sort. I was standing in the aisle looking for shampoo. Anyone who knows me knows what an ordeal this can be… I’m allergic to coconut, which is the most bizarre, messed up thing to be allergic to. Just about every soap/beauty product uses it in their formula. There was a woman there with a motherly feel to her, though I couldn’t see her clearly. She was silhouetted; not clear at all. She was getting angry with me for taking so long and when I tried to explain what I was doing, she only got angrier. (Side note: I could read the labels perfectly). A female voice came over the intercom of the store to announce that they’d be closing soon and it sounded like she was crying. I found a shampoo and brought it to the counter. Two girls were there and one of them mentioned that the third girl (the one who had spoken on the intercom) had been going through a tough family thing. I asked the two girls to pass on a few words of comfort for me, and then the motherly figure and I left the store.
Outside it was still raining.

Finally, I was standing in a small room looking at a round table with a red cloth covering it. A close friend of mine was standing to my right and the old man made of mist was to my left. It was very quiet, but I could still hear it raining (another side note: it was not raining in the waking world). Without saying a word, the old man pulled a sword out of his robes. The tip of the blade was broken off, and he placed both pieces on the table. Then he took out a tool that looked kind of like a wrench (I’m no mechanic… that’s the closest thing I can compare it to). He put that on the table as well. He pointed to the sword, and then to me. I took the sword and the broken tip and looked at them. I knew it meant something; the whole dream had been filled with symbolism up to that point and this was obviously something very symbolic as well. But I don’t know what. It was just a normal looking longsword with about three inches of the tip cleanly snapped off. The hilt was wrapped in blue cloth and there was a red-and-gold tassel hanging off the pommel. I noticed that it was very light though. I didn’t have too much trouble holding it. I had a feeling that if the sword had still been in one piece, the balance would have felt just right too. But it was broken and it didn’t feel just right. The old man pointed to the tool, and then to my friend. And then I woke up.

I’ve been trying to puzzle this one out for a while now. I know the images were important somehow—I could feel that much. But I’m not sure how. The only things I can think of, as far as symbolism is concerned, are in regards to the owl. My Grammy, who was a very important female figure in my life and passed away a few years ago, had a nickname. “Little Owl.” She loved owls. We had owls all over the house. I can only think that the owl had something to do with her. But I could be way off and thoughts of her might even be distracting me from the true meaning of the owl. Also, what was with the rain? As I said in the journal entry, it was not raining in the waking world that day. I've looked in my dream symbols book, but it's mostly written by Freud, who we all know really needed a good shag to get it out of his system. That guy was a horny pervert. Anyway, I think I need some third party interpretation here. Any ideas? Let 'em rip!

**Seeker** · 10-27-2003 06:01 PM

I'll give it some thought, but don't hold your breath! Man, what a wild dream!

**nerve** · 10-27-2003 06:45 PM

I got the impression that he was one of those people who are really annoying, but nice[/b]

*cough* wasup..

no i don't know what any of this means...but i would really like to help..

**wasup** · 10-27-2003 09:46 PM

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I got the impression that he was really nice

*cough* wasup..

Thanks Paperdoll...

Who's frued? [/quote]

**Second Attention** · 10-27-2003 09:57 PM

[b]WARNING:this is all purely speculation.

I think that the sword represents something important, maybe your life even. The close friend either is needed to complete the sword. He has to fix it, that was the old man wanted. The sword won't fit right until your friend fixes it, however he might do that, I don't know. Once the sword is fixed, it will be good.

**A Lost Soul** · 10-28-2003 12:20 PM

That thought had crossed my mind about the sword, too, Second Attention. I know that the images I saw were very important somehow. While I'm not very bright most of the time, I did manage to put two and two together regarding the tool and the sword. The sword was broken; tools fix things.

But... what if my friend won't fix it? Or can't?

And thanks, Paperdoll.

Oh, and Freud is/was an interpreter of dreams. Thing is, all of his interpretations have something to do with sex or phallic symbolism. No matter what the imagery in your dream, you always had some sort of repressed sexual interest in your mother/father/best friend/next door neighbor's cat. It's actually pretty humerous.

**nerve** · 10-28-2003 04:01 PM

Originally posted by wasup+--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(wasup)</div>

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I got the impression that he was really nice

*cough* wasup..

Thanks Paperdoll...

Who's frued? [/b]

har har

**jill1978** · 10-29-2003 02:54 AM

purely speculation as well, but the first part about sheilding the baby makes me think your afraid of letting someone down.

**Paikea** · 11-02-2003 05:14 AM

just suggestions. if they hit you funny, they may have some merit. if not, move on...

rain = tears, frustration that seems never-ending, unsolvable problem

every character in your dream = a part of you
a.k.a. old man - the part of you that is patient and loving to yourself
baby - your basic self, the child of you, your most vulnerable and helpless part in need
owl - like you said, your grandma. did she die of a disease that she fought for a long time? did u feel helpless to her aid? in relation to the owl being you, perhaps it is the part of you that is like her. the wise you?
old lady in store - the impatient part of you frustrated with your quarks
crying lady over intercom - your sad, but disassociated self
(i say disassociated because you had to convey your condolances thru her friends instead of directly to her)

old man and old woman in store = did both your grandparents pass? do u believe in connecting with "the other side" in dreams?

broken sword = you, broken in pieces

person next to you at sword table = person who broke you, or person who can help, or symbolic of needing outside help to fix your brokeness

blue, red and gold associated with the sword = primary colors blue, red and yellow symbolizing a primary or basic YOU or root/soul of an issue or of you

how did u feel when you woke up?

how did u feel throughout the dream?

was your breakup with your fiance a heart breaking experience that you have not fully recovered from? or push back some pain that is now popping up in your dreams saying "fix me! but get some help from the outside because you can't seem to get out of the rain!?"

hope that helps. you are your best interpreter. this is simply food for thought.

good luck and do tell when you figure it out.

of course if you really had no feelings when you woke up other than "hmm that's interesting" then it may have been something you ate.

go with your intuition!

: )
w

**A Lost Soul** · 11-02-2003 01:53 PM

The person who broke me, or the person who can help... funny you say that. Your interpretation was very interesting, and at times enlightening. A lot of what you mentioned makes perfect sense now that I think about it.

My grandmother died from an ambelism (I think I spelled that right), that hit her lungs suddenly. It was the result of many, many years of smoking. Her death hit me very hard and it came as a surprise to everyone in the family. She was the glue that held us together... and yes, I did feel very helpless. I mean... what can you do when someone you love WILL NOT stop smoking? *sigh* That part makes sense to me. My little owl is gone from this world and there is nothing I can do about it.

I will say that my breakup with my fiance was rather heartbreaking, but I'm quite over it and have been for some time now. We're friends, though, and I'm satisfied with that.

As far as the other stuff--you're pretty much right on. It makes more sense now. I don't know why I couldn't just see all that in the first place.

**Paikea** · 11-02-2003 02:41 PM

maybe you couldnt see it because you needed another human to help with the sword.

: )

i know when i don't understand my dreams, if i talk them out to a friend - in fact EVERY time i talk them out to a friend - the symbolism and meanings pop out like crazy!

people need people, and just when i think i am my own self-supporting island, i am reminded of that simple truth.

oh, also when i talk dreams out i will remember things from the day before that contributed. i will be totally stuck until i tell someone. funny how it works. of course those things usually don't end up meaning anything other than my mind was working out their existance.

thanks for responding. i'm always curious to see what hits home and what doesn't. variety is the spice of life and people are full of it!

peace out
: )
w

**A Lost Soul** · 02-03-2004 12:07 PM

I'm bumping this up because I had the dream with the old man, my friend, and the sword again. Only this time, I got angry at what the old man was trying to tell me. I screamed and threw the sword on the floor.

My friend started to cry. It was the most powerful thing I had ever seen... my friend is a BIG guy and he's really tough, emotionally. I have never seen him cry, nor can I even begin to imagine him doing so. I didn't realize it would upset me so much. He was crying, and I was completely at a loss as to what to do. I felt a pain grip my heart and I looked down at myself to see the blade of the sword sticking out of my chest, the broken tip pointing toward my friend (who was still holding the piece of the sword in one hand and the tool in the other).

Again, the sound of rain, blending with his tears... and I woke up.

CT · 02-03-2004 07:22 PM

Are you worried you did something that caused the break-up?

**Kaniaz** · 02-03-2004 07:27 PM

What was he trying to tell you?

**A Lost Soul** · 02-03-2004 07:40 PM

Originally posted by CT+--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(CT)</div>

Are you worried you did something that caused the break-up?[/b]

I have no idea. I don't even know what it means. I'm stupid like that. I can't interpret my own dreams because even if I have an idea of what it could mean, I'm still biased and I'm afraid my mind would direct me in the wrong way. I don't know what the sword represents, or why it would be that friend who could put it together again.

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What was he trying to tell you?

The old man? I don't know... I can only go by the symbolism I saw in the dream. I don't remember if he said anything.

CT · 02-03-2004 10:41 PM

Hmmm I'm a bit confused, the person that is supposed to make the sword is your ex right?

**A Lost Soul** · 02-04-2004 05:26 AM

Originally posted by CT
Hmmm I'm a bit confused, the person that is supposed to make the sword is your ex right?

No, it's not my ex. It's a friend. The love of my life, actually, but right now just a friend.

**RedStarSoldier** · 02-04-2004 05:41 AM

The dream is quite plainly trying to tell you something, that much is for certain. Perhaps it isn't about something that happened in the past, but actually an event that is going to occur in the future. Maybe the dream characters are trying to warn you about something.

About what though, I have no idea.

**WerBurN** · 02-04-2004 05:54 AM

hmm...i think the best thing you could do is think about what has happened between you and your friend in the time between the two dreams, as obviously in that space of time something occured that your unconcious needs to talk to you about, changing your dream like that...how has your relationship with him changed to make it from helping you fix the broken sword to you getting frustrated and making him cry etc.

...btw, on a side note, is rain often in your dreams?

**A Lost Soul** · 02-04-2004 06:01 AM

Honestly, I hadn't really noticed. Sometimes it rains, and sometimes it doesn't. It only struck me as important in this (these) dream(s) because the rest of it was so blatantly symbolic.

Thanks for the interpretations, guys. I really appreciate it. Talking about it and reading your ideas has made me think even deeper. I just wish I didn't have so much on my plate right now so I could devote a few more brain cells to decyphering this dream and figuring out what the heck I'm being told.

**WerBurN** · 02-04-2004 06:13 AM

the thing is tho, that this dream (well dreams now i spose) prolly has to do with all that stuff you've got on your plate...it might be important...then again, i dont really know anything, so dont listen to me pls

CT · 02-04-2004 11:37 AM

Its quite obvious what this is about, but the exact meaning is only something you can know for sure.

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