posted July 31, 2006 10:15 AM         

Do you remember these dreams? http://www.linda-goodman.com/ubb/Forum15/HTML/001431.html http://www.linda-goodman.com/ubb/Forum15/HTML/001453.html

I keep having those every weekend (I rarely dream during the week… Not enough hours so my sleep is not light enough for dreaming…)

Last weekend it was an alien invasion (“The War of the Worlds” style…). Those things were like ghosts, immaterial and mind-controlling… I was fleeing with my family, again protecting a little girl… I remember the dark and silent house, wooden like those in USA, where those creatures terrorised us, our family house that looked like a phantom house… I remember us leaving the house, running along the empty streets, it was overcast and windy, unpleasant… We managed to catch a train… They chased us, chased us… The little girl was terrified…

Then this weekend, an ancient civilisation. A stone fortress. It looked medieval. But fantasy-like, a beautiful sunny place… I was a princess, the oldest daughter of the noble family governing the place. And I was with my cousin (in real life, my oldest cousin, the little girl in the other dreams’s sister). She is 4 years younger than I am. The rest of my family was out so my cousin and I were the only governors… The enemy came, apparently in a peace mission, coming to visit and bring presents so we invited them in. I was weary but didn’t want them to notice that we were on our own, that the fortress was unprotected… so I pretended my father and brothers were still asleep or hunting close by. But my cousin, out of naivety, revealed the truth… And those men tried to take the fortress… The chased us to kill us. We hid and disguised as peasants… When we were close to the gate, they discovered us so we ran… I dragged my cousin, holding her hand in hand. They shouted to close the gate but we managed to escape just in time to climb to a moving cart…

What is all this??? Why is always so distressful, so terrifying? Why am I always running? Who is trying to “kill” me? Why am I always protecting a younger girl? Why is my family always there?

posted August 02, 2006 05:07 AM         

One perspective on this jumps out at me, so let's start there.

Both of these dreams seem to be relaying the same message. It could be that we are dealing with energies that originate in your past, your childhood (young girl), energies which you have repressed, are "alien" to your conscious mind, but which still "haunt" your subconscious mind (alien invasion, ghosts, immaterial and min-controlling, enemy).

The "evil" ones chasing you in the dreams are symbols/projections of unacknowledged, unexpressed, unknown, repressed emotions/issues from your childhood.

The terrified little girl is you. It is she who is "revealing the truth", and this jeopardizes the walls you have built up to protect yourself from this issue, the "stone fortress" of emotional protection.

Even your user name, 'steelrose', suggests the tough outer shell you have created ... but it also lets us know what is on the inside.

What do you think?

posted August 02, 2006 09:38 AM         

Yes, I know all of them appear to be the same thing in different stage sets (that’s why I gave you those links…)… I don’t know what is exactly what I repressed or why it’s haunting me now… I remember a happy childhood. What was tough were my teens. Even my early twenties were in a certain degree…

Yes, Fayte is right. What I wrote in Soul Unions appears to follow the same tune… http://www.linda-goodman.com/ubb/Forum10/HTML/002240.html

What is all this about? The young girl is a kind of burden, I love her a lot but the responsibility I feel is huge. I fear more for her life that my own… My question is, why am I being chased? Why am so obsessed with it that I keep dreaming about it? What shall I do to stop it? Stop running? Then I know I will be killed, the young girl will be killed… I’m vulnerable, I have nothing to combat those enemies, whatever they are supernatural or not. They are much more powerful than I am…

posted August 02, 2006 10:22 AM         

Yes, the innocent little girl, the scared or even angry little girl may well cease to be your ruling personal/psyche.
But then the grown WOMAN can emerge and you can be your complete self! The little girl will still be there, as will your past lives.

Stop running.
People who keep running often run themselves out of time.
Take care.
See a professional who can help you figure out why you cannot stop running and help you be the whole lovely woman unhampered by the scared little girl. Little girls cannot have realistic or mature relationships.
Little girls want and hold to purity and knights in shining armor and to be his princess forever and ever.
Air castles are lovely but real relationships are give and take, sharing and caring weathering all the storms life tosses at us...but as a couple...

But you must find you, "the woman" and learn to love her. That petulant little girl has got to let go and let you run your show! "Little girls" often attract grown men who are really little boys emotionally who overcompensate for their lack of self esteem by acting all macho and aggressive. Like draws like. What kind of Man do you really want? What kind of Woman do you want to be?

posted August 02, 2006 11:13 AM         

Why should I renounce to the courting? To the wooing? To the fight against the dragon to deserve the lady? To see a proof that they care? I never had that. Why do I have to resign to never ever have it? Why, because I’m already almost 30? So now I’m supposed to be a grown-up and lose the magic and romanticism, to be a modern woman, to just get on with it and have sex simply when I fancy it. I want a boyfriend before a mate… I want my fairytale too, what’s wrong with that?

I want a man that cares. That treats me with respect and warmth. A man able to inspire me passion. A loyal soul. Someone I can be safe with. Someone strong and reliable.

posted August 02, 2006 11:34 AM         

But respect and caring and love is not about protecting you from everything and bowing to your every whim.
If a man can only see you as a princess, HIS princess, then you may indeed find that....but you would be a pretty bird in an ivory tower or gilded cage. You would be a trophy, a thing to be won and kept.
And a man wanting such a thing would grow tired of you when your bloom fades. Or be prone to jealous rages, or worse. Princesses do not age or get sick or have bad hair days.
And pregnant princesses always have fairies and glowings all about them with celestial music playing at the conception and birth.

Being a woman does not mean letting go of ones dreams. But it means letting go of the idea that a real man(or woman) is storybook perfect.

No I am not talking about dropping all your standards to just get sex.

Ok..
rant over for now.
I am sorry if I have upset you.

posted August 02, 2006 11:44 AM         

I still have to conciliate my dream with what would make me happy. I’m not looking for perfect, I’m looking for something I like… And as I’m scared (of losing, of pain, of betrayal, of empty promises, of being abandoned or forgotten) I put barriers and rationalise too much… But it is indisputable that some men I like and some others I don’t, not because they are better or worse… Just the same as colour red is not “better” than colour blue… It’s just a question of taste…

posted August 02, 2006 12:09 PM         

Also we have noticed sadly, that we tend to make other folks jealous.
We get remarks like..."you two are freaks! You act like newlyweds!".

So that is bad?
Folks try to get us to say what we dislike about each other now that we are old marrieds.

posted August 29, 2006 10:01 AM         

I didn’t sleep well… I took long in falling asleep and then I was waking up all the time immerse in that kind of restless sleep that makes you wake up exhausted. I have forgotten most because it happened early in one of the sleep cycles so it couldn’t get fixed in my memory to be remembered clearly.

A dark room, and me, a young girl, a teenager, in a big bed trying to sleep… It was a vampire this time…

Then, in the second half of the dream, I woke up as if the vampire experience had been a nightmare within my dream and I was crying and crying telling the story to my parents. My mother was being supportive and understanding, listening with sympathy. My father was just stern, cold and inattentive. As if he wouldn’t care about my distress.

posted August 29, 2006 10:17 AM         

And something else… I’m actually the young girl, not the older girl trying to protect her because she is a powerless and almost unaware creature… I’m the little girl myself and there is nobody else. It’t just me and my ghosts…

posted August 30, 2006 04:38 AM         

Can you see how your father affected the little girl, and how the little girl now affects you? Especially in the relationship area? It is very 'vampiric' in a way, one negative energy feeding from/into another.

posted August 30, 2006 12:49 PM         

Well, due to breakup, my fears of being alone came to the surface. they had always been thr, but once i was out of the relationship, they really flared! the next 1.5 yrs saw me trying to deal with them. Now I have finally reached a state of mind where I feel connected to God, and so don't feel as lonely as i used to. And since I hv found this haven of peace inside my own heart, those dreams hv ceased too.

I don't knw if this wud help....i hope it does

posted August 30, 2006 12:56 PM         

ok enuf abt me...lets hear from u...good tht the woman and the child r now one

posted August 31, 2006 04:18 AM         

Yes, I suppose my father affected the little girl much more than I suspected… I thought I was fine in that area because I had other father figures, my granddad and my uncle… But I suppose a child picks up a lot of residual vibes in an unconscious level.

My dad was never there. He didn’t like children and kept us at a distance. He worked all day and was studying a degree in the evening to keep busy doing things he liked. Family wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t bad to us, just stern and distant. He used to turn up by 10pm at night when we were going to bed. Even when he was home, he was locked up in his study. We could not make a noise, he’d go ballistic. As if children should not be there because they were upsetting.

My relationship with my dad started when I was to start Uni, because I was then an adult, not the nonsense of a child.

He always felt trapped in his life, in his luck of a family man he didn’t want to be. And blames my mum. Now he’s depressive and suffers bi-polar dysfunction. He is unable to understand emotion or human motivations beyond rational and cold reasons. He is lost. He cannot connect with other human beings. He only understands power, social status, respect and duty. It appears that he doesn’t care for you, it’s more that he doesn’t even understand.

Yes, he’s vampiric in a way. His depressive moods contaminate the house, alter all members of the family… He sucks your energy, demands your time and attention and doesn’t even know that you need some kind of return. Never happy, always demanding. Still like a stone brick.

In a lighter note… “Mi acero subió”, it just clicked!!!! I hadn’t got it… Rose is two different words in Spanish: The flower – Rosa (which I meant) and the past tense of “rise” – Subir (which conjugated is as you said “subió”… So my user name translated to Spanish is “Rosa de Acero”… Hehehehehe… That was charmingly funny, Ra, thanks for trying…

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InLoveWithLife, thank you very much!!! And welcome to Lindaland!!!

posted September 07, 2006 06:50 AM         

This time it was the house of a witch… A cottage… Cosy, fairly small… Wooden, with medium sized windows, frames hanging from the walls, dried herbs and flowers hanging from the ceiling… I remember liking it… We entered it looking for her…

That’s the big difference this time. Evil didn’t chase us, we went to face her, inside her house…

And I say “us” because that’s the other big difference… I was not alone… I was with a man. Not a girl to protect anymore… He was my partner in the dream, my equal and we were together to face the witch. As if we supported each other. I was not scared, not even when the place started to darken and shake from the foundations because she was coming…

posted September 08, 2006 04:33 PM         

We were in my parents old flat, where I used to live throughout my childhood and teens. Then I left and he came after me, threatening me verbally…

I was scared… I ran off, leaving the flat and I started to climb up the stairs (stairs again!!! And climbing!!! Like in the devil girl one…). He was gaining ground… I couldn’t go faster, I was losing breath…

Then something switched because that man turned out to be my little brother, who was much stockier and stronger than he is, a grown man… My brother in real life is a sweetheart but this man was really scary… A bit of a psycopath… He was enjoying the catch, really scaring me…

I got to the 10th floor (the flat is in the 3rd and the building only has eleven floors…) so I was about to get trapped at the top end. He was so close, only a floor behind. And then something changed…

I turned back to face him. There was nowhere to go. If he was going to try and kill me, I’ll kill him first. I felt really powerful. I had nothing to lose. I waited for him to come. He even stopped for a second. I threw myself towards him with rage and pushed him down the stairs. He knocked his head and died. I felt no remorse and a lot of relief…

posted September 09, 2006 04:23 AM         

I agree about the progress ... seems evident to me. Perhaps as you continue we may find out where the root of these symbols is.

Thank you so much for sharing these dreams.