posted September 07, 2004 11:52 AM         

Quite a baffling dream, I wouldn't know how it would be significant to you as yet. However, we could begin with how long has been reoccuring?

posted September 07, 2004 08:52 PM         

A great deal of anxiety is indicated here, and it looks like you may be following a questionable path in some way. I'll try to have a closer look at your dream tomorrow and maybe we can figure out what is bothering you.

posted September 08, 2004 12:12 AM         

We were moving house. I walked in through the new house door and walked up the stairs to where the rest of my family was. Mum came out of the kitchen saying she had accidently killed sum people. I wnet into the kitchen and helped her get the last family member out into the bckyard to bury them. One done For some reason she decided we had to kill our dog to. (I love my puppy...) she had dug a hole for our dog, it was in the next door nieghbors yard which had this huge fence with barbed wire seperating it. she was trying to get my dog to go in the hole. It didn't want to, but instead crawled into a bowl of pink wine and fell asleep. (Mum drinks wine like everynight, red.) I pulled it out of the bowl and it was still alive, it crawled in the hole and mum buried it. Our neighbors could see through their back window at what we where doing. I told her she would get caught, we need to bury them sumwhere else. In my mid i was thinking of dropping them in water sumwhere. She said okay you do it. So I got a shovel and started digging. A guy a no was helping me, and one of his friends. (This guy i recently stopped talking to.) We put them in the car and drove up a hill to this other amazing house. I spent most of the dream hiding the bodies from nosy people trying to see what i was doing. A party was going on so the house and garden was surrounded by people. the bodies had vanished sumwhere but i had this block and it sumhow represented the bodies. some boy can in and started a fight with me, we got in a punch up and finally he left. When he did the party seemed to have dissapeared. Dad gave me a shovel and I went out into the back yard. There was graves everywhere. I buried the block and woke up.

posted September 08, 2004 04:59 AM         

Thankyou for the welcomes. It'll be good to work out whats going on with me. I'm going to just keep putting my dreams in here, keep track of them that way, if thats okay?

about my last dream I keep on thinking that your going to think i'm crazy because of it. At the moment I dont knwo whats going on but my friend think i'm having a mental breakdown. Maybe understanding these dreams will make them go away? I like dreaming but that last one wasn't pleasant.

posted September 08, 2004 05:51 AM         

Do you? Why?

posted September 08, 2004 06:01 AM         

She met my dad and had me (16). We have never gotten along. She has a quick temper and I cant stand the way she treats her family members. She doesnt mean to but she gets out of control when pushed, once she almost hit me, it didn't help I was screaming at her to at the time. Dad stopped it.

And then theres my sister (8). Same father. Mum and him arn't married but are together. although I think dad is with another woman who I really hate. Mum thinks Cody (my sister) Has a mental disability as well and so do I.

I'm not sure about me having a mental problem. I have never heard anyone thinking it. The closest was depression, which I sufferd for a while a year ago.

I'm pretty sure mum has a mental disability, I'm thinking it's bipolar.

Even though I shouldn't hate my mum because she loves me I just do. I cant help it. We just dont get on and I hate the mood swings she is constantly going through. I hate it when she is yelling or screaming at my little sister but when i loose the plot (due to the fact my little sister constantly tries to make me loose the plot so she gets mums attention) she crusify's me and makes me seem worse then I am.

posted September 08, 2004 09:55 PM         

I'll post my thoughts on your second dream as soon as possible.

What do you think? Does this make sense at all?

posted September 08, 2004 09:59 PM         

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Have you cried lately? You may need to.

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posted September 09, 2004 03:07 AM         

I hade 4 friends with me. I didn't know them, but they were my friends. We were walking along some bush trail, only a few tree's. To my left was a highway. to my right a fenced off padock. 3 people started walking tawords us. Two guys and a girl. They were my age. I knew them as bullies. They girl was just a smart mouth, while the guys were dangerous. Willing to slit my throat at any chance. The guys ran on ahead and left the girl. I felt nervous while walking past her.

She looked one of my friends up and down then made a snide remark. My friend was hurt, I could feel it. The girl was closest to me. I turned and punched her fair in the nose. She stepped back, grasping the nose I had punched, blood dripping from her hands. I felt out of control as I went for her thraot and started to strangle and beat her. I heard the guys comming back, so instantly let go of her and looked for a place to hide. The road, instead of being level with the bush path had somehow dropped down, so it was like a cliff face. I trabbed a tree root and slipped down the side, so I was hanging and they couldn't see me. My friends took off in other directions while I hung there as the boy searched for me, because I had hurt his girlfriend. Eventually they gave up and walked off. I hung from the root for a moment before pulling myself to my feet.

I set off down the trail and came to a beach. The beach was completely clear, and right in the middle was a huge shed. The type while two doors that roll open or closed, except it was HUGE.
One of the doors was slightly open and I ran in and took a look around. It was like...How do I describe this...An undercover beach...

People where everywhere, swimming in water the was crashing in through a small opening in the doors that I hadf come through, except they were on the opposite side of the room. Waves were comming in, pretty big, but there was still space for sand. To my right stood one of those lifegaurd towers. On top of it was my little sister. Seeing her up there and being araid of not only hieghts but water, I was scared ******** at this point.

I ran full pelt to the tower and started to climb it. When I got to the top she had crawled off the tower onto this really really long filing cabinates that were attached to the wall. They streched down to the water. and there must have been about 20, along the right side of the wall. She was all the way on the other side of the room.

I looked down. A remote staired up at me. I felt instantly intrigued and grasped it and pushed 2 buttons. The gate that where holding the water at bay opened to full length. Huge waves came rushing into the building, so big i felt the spray of the water from the tower that nearly touched the roof. People screamed as the waves washed them away. Instead of pushing the buttons to bring it back down, I accidently dropped the remote in shock. I had no way of stopping the waves and my sister was about to get washed away!!!

First thing that raced through my mind was my sister. I launched myself onto the filing cabinets and started running to get her. I got to her saftly and picked her up into my arms.

I started back for the tower, the filing cabinates un attached themselves from the wall and started to drift apart. My adrenaline rushed (due to my fear of hieghts and water) I started hopping from one cabinet to another till i got to the last one before the tower. I slipping and fell, being washed into the waves. I struggled, clinging to my sister, feeling like I was goping to drown and was un-able to save her. At the last moment before I gave up, the remote washed past me. I grasped it and pressed the buttons. The doors went down and the waves washed out, leaving me standing on the sand, holding my sister and dripping wet.

I turned, running out of the shed and back up to where the path should have been. The path had dissapeared...and so had my sister...and the water in my clothes. But my friends surrounded me. We were walking throught this street. All the bad guys were around and I was slinking past them while they were fighting amongst themselves.

We got past them and kept walking.
"Hey check it out..." My friend said. I turned, looking at a really old theater. Except one difference. This theater only showed porno's...
"lets go watch one." One of my friends said.
I didn;t want to. For some reason this place remined me of my father, and that disturbed me. They all went in but I kept on walking, head down.

"It's her." I heard someone say.
Before I knew it i had a rope around my throat and someone was trying to choke me.

posted September 09, 2004 09:44 PM         

I was in a two story house. It was one of those really beutiful old houses. Shandaliers and everything. There was an old chinese woman. I didn't see her but I knew she was there. I was on the top story. I had blankets and some of my pillows there, and so did my mum. I also knew she was there.

I was walking and felt for some reason that I needed to pass out, so i dropped. I watched as a woman and a man watched me for awhile, then took off. MY Nan came after me to see if I was okay and also fell. On the other hand she was un-able to get up due to age. I continued to pretend to have passed out. A child and her mother woke me, and I ran instantly to nan. I knew I could heal her with my hands.

"Go get our stuff because I dont trust that woman."

I ran back to where our stuff was and grabbed it, then instantly ran back to nan, covering her up.

"It's that old lady, the old Chinese lady. She has done this to us, seek her out and it will end."

I knew the old lady was outside, and felt if I went out after her I would dissapear. I decided to go and find mum instead.

I was walking down a hall.

"We're down here." I heard my mum yell. I came around the corner and the where sitting on top of this old hand build house. It was made with tree's and vines and leaves. I wanted to get to her, but two dingoes and some lions stopped me. I started walking tawords her.

"Watch out fr the dingoes." She said as one snapped at my foot. I ran and jumped, ending up o the building with her and my sister, who was cradeling what looked like a real baby. I wanted to leave again so I told her so. She got up and went away and I continued to watch my little sister. When she came back I left. The dingoes had gone, replaced by grey wolves, and the grey wolves andand lions lay asleep in my path.
I ran, and jumped in between then two wolves to get passed, it instantly woke them all up and I started running down the hall from them.

Then I was outside. Walking up a raod with 2 kids by my side. A girl and a boy.

"So when did you decided that falling was your best option on winning the race?"
"I didn't." I replied. "I just had no way of stopping so fell."

The left and I continued walking. Looking in a shop for a few seconds. I was looking at a chess board. At the queen. The queen dissapeared and I looked down, now grasping the green queen in my hand. I continued to walk. I walked into some pet store and a man sat on the chair, with two woman. I shoved the queen into my jumper neck.

"I thought your favourite colour was blue? Not green." He said, pointing at where the queen now was.

I looked down at my clothes, graped my jeans and pulled a funny face, pullng the jeans in his direction.

"I do...Look I'm still wearing the exact same clothes to yesterday."

I was refering to the race.
(My jeans where blue and my jumper red.)

I sat down and watched as he patted my dog on the head which had all the time been with this man."Look at this?" He stated as he pulled something out of her hair. It was the green chess queen.
He was patting her and as he did her hair was growing longer.

"This is how we grow it longer girl. This is how we will grow it longer."

posted September 10, 2004 05:26 AM         

Basically, this dream suggests that you are holding in a great deal of anger, anger that exists on many levels - both conscious and subconscious. In addition to this anger we also find anxiety coupled with other strong emotions, all of which threaten to overcome you. On the conscious, aware level much of these emotions revolve around your sister and your concern for her well-being, but all of this is rooted in your subconscious, stemming from your early childhood. I shudder to think about why the porno theater reminded you of your father ... I think you carry some deep scars.

posted September 12, 2004 12:30 AM         

About the last dream I had, a couple of days later I went to my gf's house. Her dog was the one in my dream. She was going o0n about a race and mentioned chess pieces and her diog in the same scentance.

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posted September 13, 2004 05:48 AM         

Your dream from 9/08 - (mom killing people) ~~

The only symbol I have a problem seeing is the "new house". This usually indicates something new in your life ... is there? Has there been some new development in your family situation, or perhaps the hope for something new?

If so, the hope is short-lived ... things quickly regress to their previous state. Whatever the case, this dream speaks of your difficulties. You feel as if your mother is "killing" your family and you are torn about what to do. On the one hand, you love your mother ... but on the other, you hate what she has become, you hate her actions. You feel as if she doesn't care, like she "burries" the things that you care about, putting them out of her mind, and yet in the dream you are helping her ... this illustrates the deep conflict within yourself - love and hate. And it seems as if you are hiding this fact, or perhaps you do not want others to know your family's condition. You desperately want this situation to go away, but there is little, if any, help. It seems that even your father cannot help, and that he may also be part of the reason for your emotional supression. So, much of your emotional anguish is supressed, pushed into your subconscious (backyard/burrying/graves) - the cause of your bout with depression, no doubt.

The only thing I an suggest is to keep talking (or writing) about it. Professional counseling may be a good idea as well.

posted September 13, 2004 07:22 AM         

I met a girl and we were dating and were planning on moving in together within a year, a couple of nights before that dream we had a fight, breake off.

We sorted it out so all's good, I havent dreamt since being back in bed with her and snuggled to sleep...