posted August 01, 2004 10:07 AM         

Dream (occured Saturday night, June 26th, 2004)

I was with a guy friend and a girl friend who I don't recognize now. We were in a dark building with long hallways, like a school. We walked down a hall and went into a room on the left. I had a red prom dress with me, like what my friend Sally had, who I senses who was the girl with me, and her boyfriend Nathan was the guy, I think. I said something about the dress not going to work for prom, for me. So I put it in a white shopping bag. I look on the wall and see many dresses hanging on the racks. The room itself is huge, gothic, and castle-like. And it's also like a store, because of the clothes on the wall like people can take them off and buy them. There's nobody else around in the room except for us, though. So, I was checking out all these dresses to find one for prom. Some are longer, some are shorter. Then I see this AWESOME long, black dress. It looks half Hot Topic-esque, and somewhat Victorian. Suddenly I'm wearing it, and I'm looking in the mirror on the wall to the left (from when you come in). I see that I have two gloves on. One is blac and formal, very nice and elegant and it comes up to my elbow. The other one looks like a pair of socks that I have, that are white and have little black cats on it. Basically it looked really immature compared to the other glove. I hear a voice say to me, "This accomodates everyone. Now you can make everyone happy." That made me glad at first, but then I felt that it was not good. At all. I quickly decided against the dress. So, I'm back in my regular clothes at that point, I guess. I think. I try to find the red dress but it wasn't in the bag. I get freaked out because I wonder how I'm going to go to the prom. "Sally" and "Nathan" seem amused, but indifferent, and apathetic about it all. I walk out of the room and take a right, strolling down the dark hallway.

I woke up from this dream around that time. I felt uncomfortable, all in all, and it was very unsettling.

posted August 05, 2004 02:23 PM         

Your conclusion sounds pretty good to me. I'll have a look as soon as I can and see if there may be something more.

posted August 17, 2004 05:31 AM         

You are in a state of transition (hallways) and uncertain where you are headed (dark building). You are feeling more feminine, more mature, more womanly (left) and are confused about the powerful emotions that are beginning to well up from within (red dress). These feelings and thoughts are new to you and you aren't sure if you are ready for them (put dress in white bag). While you are growing, your mind expanding (huge rom), you also feel overwhelmed or daunted by (castle-like) the choices you face (like a store).

There are many options (clothes) and you naturally are inclined to take a mature/elegant/sophisticated outlook or persona (black dress), yet as you reflect upon this (mirror) you discover that part of you is not ready (mature/immature gloves), and although others expect you to be "grown up", you're not ready, you want to be you (back in regular clothes) and you desire to experience life (looking for red dress) the way you want to, regardless of what makes whomever happy. Back to square one ... you are still feeling anxiety about these things - uncomfortable, unsettled.

I could go a bit further with some of the symbology, but I don't have time at the moment, and I think this covers the basics pretty well.

What do you think?

posted August 23, 2004 01:19 PM         

It was the road that I live on. It was a little different, though: there were sidewalks. There was me, my parents, some other family (including Halie), and some church friends. We were at a house on my road, but it wasn’t my own, but at the same time it was. I don’t remember the premise of the dream, or at least the gathering, but at some point I needed something from Beit Brothers (the local grocery store – down the road). My mom said, “You can’t do it. You can’t; there’s not enough time.” I was like, “Yes I can!” I was carrying 2-3 plastic bags. I looked at a digital clock: 2:37. So I started running down the sidewalk toward the store, also toward my house. Suddenly it was dark, and the Sabbath, so I turned into my driveway. I said, “Well then, I just won’t go tonight.” I saw my mom there in the driveway, and then to the left was Chelsea. But it was Halie. She said something about the state of Ohio. I was like, “Enough!” or something. I guess I threw something at her. She threw a green mug at me. It hit me, but it didn’t exactly hurt. I said, “Hey, don’t throw things at me.” And she retorted in a whisper, “Don’t throw things at me!” Her whisper was mysterious and freaky. Then I started to walk back to the other place I was at in the beginning. My mom said something discouraging. So I turned around and said, “No,” or, “Stop,” or something equivalent. I stood up for myself. Then I turned and walked away.

posted August 28, 2004 07:15 PM         

It seems to me that this dream is about becoming yourself, asserting yourself, growing up. You are breaking away from familial authority, asserting your positions among friends, doing instead of following, making your own decisions ... or at least you really want to!

About the Sabbath ... what faith are you? Any issues involving your religion? In the dream you seem to show respect for it ... is this so?

Now, when Halie/Chelsea says, "Don't throw things at me!", it sounds like a warning. These two quotes come to mind ... "For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction" ... so, "do unto others ... "

Perhaps your subconscious is telling you that much of the opposition/resistance/problems that you encounter are self created ... you reap what you sow, right? Just a thought.

What do you think?

posted August 28, 2004 09:20 PM         

This dream occured the night of August 24 / morning of August 25.

I'm on a material island, at night, with city lights out over the water. I'm with a group of people. We're standing outside of a rock type thing, but it seems man made. We're on a mission, and we're supposed to enter this "rock" which will take us to another place (this seeming just normal in the context of the dream) and help someone, or accomplish something involving someone on the inside anyway. The group of us were talking about what we had to do. Then we entered. There were 5-6 of us total, perhaps, but we split up I think. So in our group was me, another girl, and a guy who was a few years older than me. He was really nice to me. He was tall and kind of lanky. I pictured him like the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz. So, once inside this rock, it opens it into a whole other world. It's day time, and there are a lot of trees and some clearings. So, I'm running but it seems like I'm going so slow. At some points I run and then I can go up into the air and run more, but that seems to take even longer. At one point, I'm outside of a small "village" and I know who we're trying to help is in there. There's a wall around it, but I was always looking away from the wall. But I was looking at myself in my dream, and I was looking toward the wall. Suddenly a normal sized person wearing bright clothes, I think a fairy, came and placed a bomb near me that was lit. But I didn't freak out for some reason. Then that guy from before, or maybe a different guy, came up and asked me about the bomb. I stated that it had been there for three hours. Then he was like, "Run!" so we started running (on ground but also suspended in the air sometimes) toward the exit of this place. Then, we're outside, next to the big "rock" and we're leaning against it. Or at least he is. Or maybe I was, I don't remember. One of us was leaning against it. He made a comment about how he's known me since I was really little, and he says it in a way where I can tell that he doesn't see me as a peer. I got a feeling like he was a friend of my brother's (who is 23 - I'm 16). At that point I was aware that this guy did not have dark hair. Also at that point I was determined to help the person that we were originally supposed to be seeking out and helping. So I go back into the "rock." Suddenly I'm on a dirt path, and I can see the wall to my left and up ahead a little. Passed the wall is a hill, and on top of the hill is a circle of people dancing around. It seemed kind of demonic. Then I noticed that the colors were inverted, with strange thin hues of pink, green, and orange. I said, "The fairies!" and I knew that they were the 'bad guys' and that they had something to do with the person we were trying to help. At that point a young girl (7-8 years old, perhaps) with long blond hair skips up on my left. I automatically knew she was the one - the person I had come to help, or rescue, or whatever I was doing. I and the other people - wherever they were. Her skipping was not out of happiness, though, it seemed almost mechanical. Well, I knew that the bomb was still over by the wall, and I was afraid for this girl. Up ahead about 40-50 feet on the dirt path (which was surrounded by fields of brown/light green grass, which were then surrounded by forest) was a small building. It caused a fork in the path. The girl went to the left, and I went to the right. I felt bad for her, but I knew that what I did was not selfish, for some reason. It felt right.

Then I woke up.

Ok, do I have weird dreams or what. Comments?! What do you think of this girl? She's so intriguing. Well, I have naturally blond hair (it's dyed red now) and when I was younger up until I was 10 my hair was pretty long. So maybe this girl is my inner child? So what does this mean exactly? That I'm departing from my childish ways, at the 'expense' of being childish no more? Are the fairies representing immaturity, or something else (since I feared them somewhat)? Then what about that guy - someone in my life distracting me from what I need to do?

posted September 07, 2004 08:45 PM         

Thank you for your patience.

posted September 08, 2004 09:21 PM         

I would say that you are precisely right. The girl is your inner child, the past you, and you are "departing" from her ... growing up. The "bad fairies" ... difficult to explain. On the one hand they represent potential energies within yourself (possibly negative) that are unrecognized and waiting to unexpectedly "drop a bomb" on you. On the other hand, they feel like they are related to something about your childhood, as if they are trying to keep you from "rescuing" or discovering a secret about the "mechanical" little girl. Keeping with this theme, you said the bomb had been there for three hours ... three is a cyclic number, perhaps suggesting that something of your past has cycled into or manifested in the present (three is also a number of manifestation). More assuredly however, three indicates the beginning of the process of individuation, of self development, so it is appropriate to have a "bomb" (concerning your psyche) ready to go off after "three hours". It appears that you are about to go through, or are going through, a "growth spurt", and that this growth may come with some degree of difficulty. "I felt bad for her, but I knew that what I did was not selfish, for some reason. It felt right." That about sums it up.

Did you follow me on that? I am not sure I was very clear.

The guy? I do not know, but your guess could certainly be right.

What do you think?

posted September 08, 2004 11:11 PM         

I have another dream that I'd like to share and discuss, but, like you, I must find time to type all of it out first.

Again, thank you so much. You are very talented.

posted October 15, 2004 11:24 PM         

I was in a bathroom, and it looked like the one in the hotel. I turned the thing, and the water came out of the shower head. Then I pulled the curtain back on the other side, and there were actually two shower heads, with water coming down from both. It was odd.

posted October 19, 2004 04:37 AM         

How did you feel in the dream?

Can you remember any other details?

posted December 05, 2004 12:35 PM         

I had this dream during a nap, between 8:30am and 11:30am on December 1, 2004.

I’m not sure how I got there, but I was in Matt’s apartment (what was supposed to be). From the front door there was a desk with a computer against a wall, close on the left. There was just one room and it was really big, but it is set up like there are separate rooms. It looks like a wall was taken out at some point. On the oppose corner was a bed which was facing a TV.

I was standing near the door; I guess I just arrived, and Matt is sitting underneath these pillars. He appears to be eating or doing something similar with his hands.

The pillars are extremely tall wooden-like fixtures, and it takes a bit of crawling underneath and in between to get to sit in the middle. It reminds me now of bleachers. The pillars, being thin, were a light gray color. But, even if you crawl in and sit there, it’s still open and people can see you.

The lights in the apartment weren’t on, just a lamp that was on the desk with the computer. It gave enough light so you weren’t blind, but it wasn’t very bright either.

I have a vague memory of my mom and a black woman either in his apartment or somewhere close and I went up to both of them and whispered something into the black woman’s right ear. I don’t remember what, but it was related to being with Matt. I guess my mom wasn’t supposed to know, even though she was right there in the apartment at one point.

The next thing I remember is Matt and I sitting at his computer. We’re sitting next to each other, but we’re talking on Yahoo Instant Messenger. We had both been drinking, even though I don’t remember us drinking together. We said some pretty crazy and somewhat suggestive things, but it was all in good fun. It was late at night when that was happening. During that time he had explained to me that while he had his own apartment it was actually in a really big house, and a lot of people lived there and occupied it.

Then suddenly he is in his bed, underneath the covers (which are blue, but a dark blue, similar to my blanket, even though I see a light blue blanket on his bed via webcam). He was lying on his back, propped up a little, watching the TV. When facing the bed from the foot of the bed, he occupies mostly the left side, but there is a little space to the left of him still.

I’m just about to hop on the bed beside him but I practically stop in midair because there is a lump, like there are things underneath the covers. So I pull them out, I guess there are some clothes. I then just decide to get underneath the covers at that point. He makes a comment about it, like, “Underneath the covers, hmm?” I was just like, “Yeah.” But he and I knew that I wasn't implying anything, so it was all cool.

At this point it feels like morning, I guess we slept together (in the literal sense), because I get up and say that I want to take a shower. He’s like, “The closest shower is in the other part of the house. So, just go and ask someone first.” He says it so simply, because he’s used to it.

Now, I sit up, and the apartment isn’t dark like it was the night before. The lights were on, and there were a lot of busy people running around. It was so bizarre, that so many people lived together in one building; or as Matt explained earlier, “one big house.”

I get out of bed and walk straight ahead and make a few sharp turns in a hallway, and then I enter a room which has a shower which is against the wall to the right. I walk straight through another door and come out seeing Tory and a couple other people at school sitting at a table. The table is in a room that is fairly big, it seems like a wedding was taking place there. I feel like I had seen Tory before in the dream and perhaps others also, but right now I don’t remember specifically.

I also see my mom, sitting down and facing me. To the right of her, also sitting down, is the black woman. Then to the right of her, again sitting down was a black man. He had really white teeth. My mom seemed really out of it this whole time, and kind of reminded me of my dad’s sister Audrey because of the way she sat and the way she talked, which was quieter. I leaned over to whisper something into the right ear of the black man, but he moved his head, basically telling me through body language that he didn’t want to hear.

Then the black woman (whose skin was lighter than the black man’s) said to him in a lower voice, even though I could still hear, that, “She has been doing that a lot… it really isn’t appropriate…” Referring to my whispering into her ear a couple of times before, when my mom was right next to her. Then I say, “I want to use the shower, and I need to ask someone in his house for permission, so now I’m asking.” But I don’t get a clear response.

I turn around and walk straight to the door into the bathroom. I open it, go in, and glance over at the bath tub which is now against the wall on my left, and then I go through the door straight ahead of me into the hallway. I turn left, make a sharp right then a sharp left, and I’m back in Matt’s bedroom, which is basically his whole apartment.

Now that I’m back in the apartment, somehow I’m underneath / inside the pillar structure like Matt was before. It takes some struggling but finally I’m where I want to be. It’s like a little niche of some sort, to go sit and read or chill out and think about things. I’m facing the same direction I was facing when I came in.

Behind me there is another guy. He’s a little on the big side but not fat. He’s sitting in a chair, swerving around in it. I think he was either Matt's friend Scott or his other friend Mike.

Finally I decide I want to get up. I shift around a bit but my left shoulder pumps part of the pillars and they sway back and forth. Matt hurries over to help me, because if these things fall I could get hurt or the pillars could break something in his apartment probably, and who knows what else. Just as he reaches me, I get a firm hold on the pillars and straighten them up. He is so relieved, then so am I. With some maneuvering, I crawl out.

The woman who plays Deborah on Everybody Loves Raymond is there, and another woman is with her. I get really nervous, and I guess Deborah is my mom in my dream, even though my mom in real life was in the dream also. My real mom was really mellow, but Deborah (my mom in my dream?) was furious. “You spent the night at Matt’s?” she asked, even though she never worded it.

Then we’re near the computer and a couple other people come in. One girl is just a little older than me, but not as old as Matt. She says, “I have connections. I have a friend who is friends with every single guy on the east coast. He told me he found out what you and Matt were saying to each other last night on the computer.”

Then I look over at the desk and see printed out sheets of our conversation, like they had been recorded. I felt a little violated, but I didn’t have the whole story, so I wasn’t totally freaking out.

I simply said, “We both had been drinking.” She just looks at me. Then I was thinking, oh great, that was smart. Now I’m in a deeper hole.

Then I said to her, “Calm down, we were just having fun.” She didn’t seem to think so. I really don’t know what she was thinking actually went on. All she had a problem with was our conversation, not what we may or may not were doing. It all was confusing to me. I think I woke up then.

posted December 06, 2004 02:13 PM         

I'll have a look as soon as I can ... long dream!

posted December 07, 2004 03:45 AM         

Basically, I think this dream suggests that you have been keeping things from your mother, things about your relationship and other activities, and you are either feeling kind of guilty about it or are afraid of being caught - or both. You would rather be honest but know that this would put your "activities" at risk.

Does this make sense?

posted December 07, 2004 12:56 PM         

The dream makes several suggestions about the relationship, and it looks to me as if most of them suggest that there are things to work on before any 'next step' is taken.

Does that make any sense?

posted December 07, 2004 03:16 PM         

I'll give you my thoughts on the symbols you asked about as soon as possible.