Relax your mind, come Gaze into my Crystal ball, Unravel your Dreams

last night, i dreamt that a little girl was following me around and telling me that i was wrong about something.

it had to do with what happened around the corner of a large brick building and i feel responsible for it. i don't remember what i did but i was denying something that i did and i was really angry at the little girl.

Children are a symbol of something precious and dear and an angry child is a sign of personal doubts about ones abilities. For a male to dream of a female is a reflection of undeveloped emotions.

Large buildings are generally public, to dream of a public building is a reflection of some aspect of ones social life.

There is some aspect of your social life in which you are feeling frustration over your inability to understand or display your feelings about. You are probably in love with your best friend.

This is so sudden but I love you too, Mayfair.

Last night I had a dream that was very influenced by The Wire:

I was a little girl, just arrived home from school. When we opened the door to our home there was a bad guy with a gun waiting for my brother. When we saw him me and my siblings had to run away from gangsters who came out of nowhere with guns and we ran and ran and ran so hard we started flying and we ran/flew over fances and stuff to get away from the bad guys. (We were a black family!)

Too much Wire and Die Hard.

YES. This makes me so happy I can disco.

i'm so bad with emotions i can't even tell if you're right or wrong. therefore, this seems accurate.

i'm a little emotionally stunted.

ok, maybe a lot stunted.

Also, Sarah dreams in badass.

School represents your cumulative learning and knowledge.
It is common to dream of school when you are about to undertake a new learning process.

As with dreaming of a child, or yourself as a child, dreaming of siblings also is an aspect of the inner self, that which is dear and cherished.

Guns are a sign of aggression and the male sexual drive, gangsters are ridiculous so I will substitute monsters, which are the manifestation of all fears and helplessness.

Running happens to show a desire for avoidance and flying is an acceptance of desire.

You are entering a new phase in your life, something you crave on one of the deepest levels, this place you are going will change you forever so you fight yourself but can't help letting the desire of what is happening over rule every fear. Alternatively, you really need to get laid.

HAHAHHAHAHA!

Yeah.

Need more dreams people!

Make some up if you have to!

I dreamt I was in an Ikea like store and I was pursuing one of the girls that worked there. Initially I wasn't but after seeing her in their magazine and then in the store, I started too, also the girl went from a cute blond with short hair to a more petite brunette with long hair. I bought her a coke when i overheard her say she was thirsty. she was grateful and I spent the day walking around the store shopping/stalking her. Which she didn't mind.

edit: Thats a poorly typed paragraph but I'm too lazy to fix it up.

I never remember dreams. BUT my mom got very drunk last night and told me that she often dreams about being in the car with me taking her somewhere until I decide to to drive off a bridge into a large body of water but it's okay because we easily get out and start swimming around.

I said something along the lines of that being horrible but she said "Nooo, it was fun!"

She didn't say but I imagine we'd also play some Marco Polo. Please take that into account.

Buildings building buildings! Buildings reflect the self in relation to ones current environment.

Books, or in this case a magazine, are your accumulated accomplishments and success. Turning the pages is a desire to "turn over a new leaf", looking for something is an attempt to remember or a need to review...

The female image represents emotions, and in a male it represents the hidden aspects of those emotions they stow away.

Thirst is a basic need that must be met, in all areas of reality and metaphor, otherwise we waste away.

Ikea is a maze of superficiality, yet you are able to find outside of that superficiality an image or map, based on the experience of your life, (the magazine), that shows you how to seek the deeper things within the plastic all around you, the emotions and primal needs that must be met. You are fully ready to have these "thirsts" quenched. You probably need to get laid by someone you are in love with (and you can't wait!!)

I see a reoccurring theme here. The theme is you are 100% on the money.

Last night I loaned some money to a man as an "investment" of sorts. I knew he was something like a drug dealer and he needed money for some new product, which I wouldn't ask about or ever see, and get big interest back and then just never think about it ever again. THAT WAS THE PLAN. But then I got a phone call from his mother saying he went to jail and she needed the bank account numbers to get him out. I asked if we could meet in person and she hung up. Sensing a hinky set-up, I went to a football field where I was supposed to meet some girl to discuss the situation but was met by some security guards. They led me away into a busy building and I was able to slink away from them through a crowd, very quietly. I went to investigate what happened to Chez...that was the guy who borrowed my money..."Chez". I found a friend of Chez, a hoodlum named Mike (None of these people are real, by the way) and he said he didn't know what happened to Chez. I couldn't decide to believe him or not because a young black man came walking towards us with his hand in his pocket. Mike took off but I said, "No that's for me, Mike" but he took off anyway and the hand-in-pocket guy chased me around a library with a knife until I had to fight him off and got my hands and arms all sliced up. The librarian came over to yell at us. Then three white men with glasses and buzz-cuts came over and one pulled out a handgun that magically appeared in my hand and I shot all three of them in their heads. I had to. The librarian SHRIEKED and then said, "Okay that's good." We were filming a documentary to scare children away from violence and crime and I wanted to re-do the shooting. I missed the second guy's head and it looked silly.
"I hit him too high," I told the librarian/director, "I skimmed the top of his head but his face exploded. It won't make sense."
"It went fine. We're done."
"No just let me re-do the second head shot."
"It's for the kids."
"So let me re-do it."

We didn't re-do it.

The vehicle of transport is a representation of the journey of our lives. Where we are going, whether we are driving or someone else, whether there are passenger and who those passengers are. These all factor in.

The bridge is the power of the human experience to over come obstacles, or falter unable to bear them.

Water flows every direction and is essential to life, it is a shape shifter that takes every form. Depths of water are the danger in our sea of mind and heart.

Your mother is overwhelmed by the ride of your coming of age. She feels she has no control any longer, except that which you might grant her by letting her be your friend when the ride you are on goes awry. She also hopes you don't get laid by too many, but she will still love you if you do.

Gotta factor in the sex with everyone... Freud and all!

why is everyone needing to get laid?

My dream the other night:

I had a dream my aunt and uncle came over to drop of my younger cousin for me to babysit(My cousin was younger and smaller in my dream than she is now). My aunt and uncle hung around for a bit waiting for my parents to get ready to go out with them, tv was on, i remember my art being everywhere and i was in the middle of painting something/tidying up for them to come in. Dream ended with me on the sofa bending over to get something as my little cousin climbed onto my back in a cuddling matter which made me smile.

Funny, she's told me all of that. Except the still loving me if I get laid by a many. Good to know though.

You win again, Amber.

My mom doesn't think I'm needing to get laid. But she'd be happy for me if I did. Get it straight.

Because I like to take jokes I find funny too far. Andy Kaufman style.

I'll be back to work on these some more in ten, fifteen.

These. I didn't dream anything last night because I was squirming around in wimmin pains.

I mean, where the fuck do I even begin with this?

Madness, dreaming of mad and irrational behavior is a sign of deep rooted fears of confronting that which is naught but overwhelming smoke and madness within.

To dream of a Maniac is to feel threatened by a lack of control. To dream of being the Maniac is to revel in that frantic state you are unable to let your normal calculated calm indulge in.

I'm worried about you Ritt.

To dream of family is to dream of ones deeply programmed values. In a negative dream this is a sign of pain and a need to break free from old patterns, whereas in a positive dream it is a sign of emotional health; and embracing of those things that mean the most to us.

Children, siblings, nieces and nephews, are aspects of ourselves. They represent both themselves, if they are real people in our waking lives, as well as our most buried beings... that which we cherish and fear, that which we wish to protect and share.

The backbone symbolizes the strength of character.

Paintings and drawings are the embodiment of mood. The subconscious "picture" of the way things are in your life.

You are at a point where you are ready to accept the truth of yourself. Your character and roots are ripe and only waiting for you to fill yourself and the world with them. You take both your responsibilities as well as your pleasures as things to bear and love, though heavy weight comes with both. I also think you might have fun going out and shooting things.

It's his birthday, Pepper! Not to tell you how to run your thread, but I'd at least tell him he's going to meet a tall, handsome stranger soon.

Oof, that's right.

Tall Handsome Strangers Galore in your very near future Ritty boy.

Dreams of sexual nature may be the most reveling of all. Sexuality goes to the very core, the marrow, of a person. Dreams of sexuality arise when there is a need to become aware of the life force and of our needs.

Particular interest should be noted to the feelings had during the drempt sexual encounter. Often, if it is with a person we know, it is a desire to embody some aspect of that person as a part of ourselves; an intense desire to be closer to that person, even if it is just as living a trait we find admirable within them. With a person one does not know then interest should be paid to the features of said person.

Scars are a symbol of hurt. whether on oneself or another. The past still haunts. Deformity shows a lack of balance.

Death speaks of transition, change.

Fire is passion and pain. Regeneration and destruction.

An Elephant never forgets!

So. I think you might be going through a lot just now? Maybe not outwardly, but a sort of burning turmoil down in there. It is quite possible this is just the way you are, that it is not a thing that will be gotten over or that will pass, but rather something that you will love and hate about yourself continuously. There is something, far back, that you must come to terms with. A love, or an injury. Only you can figure that.

I'd try to come up with something funny to end with, (which was the point of this thread to begin with) but I am all out of funny tonight.

Well that makes a lot of sense. I am indeed in the busiest time of my life so far, or so I think, and probably everything tends to burst in my dreams to keep me from breaking down. I wouldn't mind if it were the case.
As for something to come to terms with, there is an old love that seemed to grow smaller over the past year but sometimes I know for sure that I'm not healed yet.
Thank you!

Last night I dreamt that I was at a summer party. I sat down at a long table outside the big house, where people were drinking beer. The boy opposite me told me there was no more Heineken left so I grudgingly went without. He then asked me to follow him, and we met my friend (who died last year). My friend told us he wanted to show us the house. He opened the door and we went from room to room - each had a ghost in.

Help?

I think I should start charging you guys.

Okay, okay.

It's a long one. At the beginning of the dream, I hear about the global killer asteroid somehow. It doesn't seem like a lot of people know about it, though. I look up at the sky, and it looks like some sort of star is growing next to the moon, but very very slowly. I somehow convince myself it must not be going to hit.

Later, I'm in some lavish summer home next to a beach. It seems all of my peers are there, not my family. Some of my old teachers are there, too. For some reason, I brought a gun along. It was a big revolver with a scope attached. Some stuff I can't remember happens, and I end up seeing two of my middle school teachers standing on a cliff a little aways from one of the windows of the summer home I seem to be occupying. There's some guy with a sniper right next to them. He begins to aim at me as my teacher stares coldly. I immediately rush to get my gun. I sneak to the top floor to the darkest room with a window pointing in the same direction. I take aim, but I miss and hit directly over the sniper into some large tank of something, blowing up another home while injuring those I was aiming for (yes, this is one really ridiculous dream). I freak out, cuz the gun points me as the killer of any potential deaths I might've caused, so I quickly dispose of it... somehow. I think I just disassemble it and throw it away somewhere. Anyway, I await whatever consequences come from this. I casually stroll along and ignore the fiery hell I seemed to have caused some houses down from mine. After awhile, it seems people somehow know it was me and start throwing torches at my house. I yell out, "How do you know! What proof do you have!" They slow down their assault. And theeen, that's around the time little meteors start coming down at my house in full force, destroying it. I'm fairly sure I saw them knocking down everyone else's, too. The rush of meteors stop.

Somehow I wind up finding my family through all the chaos. We hold each other and stuff. My mom demands we go to a church to wait out our fate while I imagine that it'd be better to drive as far away from the impact zone as possible, take my gun, get a shit ton of sleeping pills, and meet death how we want to meet it. But I decide not to speak, as my mom's really religious, and we end up at some large church. Now I see everybody's there, everybody's talking about the situation, and the inevitability of pain I can't even imagine sinks in.

That's where I wake up.

The table is the meeting grounds for social interaction, decision making and ritual. Ones place at the table is important to note.

Our emotional needs are often thought of as a Thirst, quenching that thirst with Alcohol is a sign of escapism as well as a letting loose and a wish for permitting of the self to be "honest", or uninhibited, though that honesty can be its own form of falsehood.

House/Home is ones private life, the location and the feelings associated with seeing it or being inside it are important.

Death is symbolic of of loss and change or transition and ghosts are all the "could haves" and "should haves".

There is some aspect of your social life that you are unable to let loose in in the manner you desire, you would like to have the cheer of the others but often it is prevented and you make yourself bite down and bear it whether others notice or not. It is likely this is due to the distance between your private self and the face you give the world, when you delve into those personal places there is always a haunting of unresolved feeling over a change that occurred or that you are worried about seeing occur. Remembering it doesn't matter what people think of you and dancing like a crazy woman would be good soul food for you.

Wow Lib.

That is fucking intense.

I'm going to go take a shower and eat breakfast before I try to deal with figuring that out.

I'd really like to try to interpret this completely on my own, but, I am going to do it with the book I've been using. To stay true to the less serious nature I intended for this topic.

Btw, everyone, how I have been doing this is looking up the meanings, according to this book I have, of the key points and symbols and then formulating a cold reading based on those meanings. If it hits home that is awesome, I didn't intend for it to be taken totally serious though. Just fun.

Alright, Lib.

Once again, the home is the place where we are and keep our most private selves.

Our friends represent the qualities we would like to embody as well as the qualities we believe we already have. To see our teachers is a symbol of knowledge we have learned or desire to learn, whether or not the teacher was a negative or positive influence on us shows what sort of authority strain we feel we are under when it comes to this knowledge.

Guns are a representation of the male sexual drive, or of aggression and dominance.

Fighting is a sign of defense and expression, conflict and values.

In your struggle for independence you have a worry that you may lose your way. You are questioning the way you have set up your opinions of the world and attempting to reconcile your ingrained values with those things you have learned and decided have purpose in life to you. Sometimes this is displayed in an overzealous way, at times when you notice that you have "missed your mark" you may suffer a reflective sort of panic, when others notice as well you attempt to brush them off and outwardly disregard their ideas of you as irrelevant, whether you know those ideas to be true or not, whether they are in misunderstanding or fully accurate. Ultimately your intuition tells you to make a separation between yourself as the sum of your experience and your ability to observe and be apart from it. You fight yourself and wish to do things differently than the first inclination your values say they should be done, ultimately you are never quite sure who has won the battle because of the rift you have made inside of yourself.

As for the apocalyptic nature of the dream, well, it is 2012, let us hope you haven't suddenly turned prophet on us.

I went to school disguised as a girl for a science experiment but one of the boobs kept falling off so I changed into a forty-something year old male professor and got an A on the assignment and then I was back to my regular self, in a class, as a student, and this girl sitting across from me kept lifting up her dress and masturbating under the desk, and then it turned into a dance class in a cave. This is what I do on my birthday. I don't remember what I dreamed about though.

EDIT: for pepper

Very nice. I've come up with my own interpretation of it, but I'd like to hear your true interpretation, if you don't mind. You can make it in a separate thread, if you'd like.

I'd have to ask you a lot of personal questions.

I'm actually really into dream interpretation as a way to sort of analyze oneself. I have always had very vivid dreams and I have been analyzing them for quite a few years now.

The thing is, that while books like the one I am using for this are useful, they mostly only serve as a jumping off point. Giving the most typical meanings of symbols in western culture. What must be taken into account is the inner nature and experiences of the person whose dreams they are.

For example, the typical meaning of seeing a dog in ones dream would be a sign of trust safety and honesty. For myself, however, it would be a symptom of fear and anxiety and resentment. Taking into account my lifelong feelings towards and about dogs.

For someone like Irina (who I believe hates bears) a bear would be the embodiment of fear, whereas for me it would be strength and solidarity as bears are my favorite animal.

But yeah, I'd love to interpret your dream. Personal question will come though.

I'm going with a classic, and I'll return with another one when I have it.

A woman decided to have sex with a snail instead of me.

WHAT THE FUCK DOES A SNAIL REPRESENT!?

Dreaming of a Snail is an association of some aspect of your life that has been slow in moving along. The positive side is that a snail leaves a trail, so you can follow it's progress.

Chill out and go with the flow. You'll get there. Nuff said

Cool. Thanks.

You didn't think i could pull a snail out of that book did you?

My dream from last night:

Bloke and I were housesitting, or going to buy a house, something to do with a house. We were about to go to bed in the new house and we noticed the walls were wet, there was water running down them. We were going to fix them, but decided to have sex first instead.

You're so horny that even your walls are leaking.

Apparently, Red Bull, which I never ever drink, makes me more brazen. Or brazilian. I'm not sure which.

I probably needed to wee. I always need to wee these days.

Same with me! It's coz I drink lots of water, though. I've taken to calling myself a pregnant lady as a joke because my friends response to my having to pee is always "AGAIN!?"

Not to lump an entire country into a rather narrow box but all Brazilians are brazen. That's why they call them that. Why else?

No else.

I knew a girl who had a brazen wax once. She wouldn't show me, though. And she hit me for asking. That story is not true. Though I feel my life might be more exciting if it were.

Let's go dancing.

Back to you, Pep.