12-02-2010, 10:41 AM
Wow, Aaron, that sounds like an amazing dream! What an awesome experience! I've had similar dreams in which I was in places so beautiful that I cried with tears of joy to be there. There is a little stretch of farmland I keep returning to in my dreams. Doesn't sound like much but it is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. It feels like home. I always see it from a distance, but get the feeling I will be allowed inside one day soon.
A few times I've been to places in my dreams that my brain couldn't really even comprehend. There was no way to describe what I saw in these places because it didn't make sense in physical terms. But it was much fuller, and brighter. A lot of whiteness and warmth. The air was alive with warmth, and words were a thing of the past. Everything was *felt*. Usually after those dreams I wake up outside of my body, crashing back down into it. I guess I travel far in those dreams.
I had a dream last night that was very confusing to me. It seemed like everything was happening at once instead of in a linear fashion. Like I was doing three things all at once, but somehow it all made sense.
I was going to some sort of school. I don't know what school it was. I just remember my dad yelling that I was going to miss my ride because I couldn't find my uniform. I ended up putting on the wrong shirt and pieces of my clothing seemed to be moving around in my closet. I was getting very frustrated. I think clothing represents the personality in dream symbolism- personality and self-expression. Perhaps this represents the fact that I am trying to adopt new modes of self expression that are more spiritual in nature, since this school seemed to have a spiritual aspect to it. It certainly makes sense to me. I finally got all of my uniform on and ran out to meet my ride.
I was with a moderately large group of people. A few were people I work with in waking life. One or two were characters in my book. The rest I don't recall in waking life. But they were all extremely vivid personalities. The bond I felt with these people was intense. It was as if we had been linked together with ties of energy. We were downtown, but I really don't know how to describe what we were doing. It makes sense in my head, but I really have no words for it. I think we were traveling around the city, but that's about the point where my ability to describe it ends. The city was also extremely vivid. The colors were intense.
It seemed that the group of us were also in a mental hospital. It was supposed to be one of the best places around. It looked very high-tech. Had glowing panels and stuff. It wasn't like the psych wards I've been on here, which were terrible. It seemed to be an active center for emotional healing. Everyone was fairly cheerful and seemed to be working together to help each other. We had groups in this big open room with huge windows in it. I remember that some of the "patients" stayed there all the time, but I came and went quite frequently, staying for a week or two then heading out again.
At the same time we all seemed to be making a movie or sorts. I saw a preview for the movie but it was simply projected into my head. It was suggesting that I was going to be a very popular character in the movie, which surprised me, as my role in the production had been small and I couldn't imagine having the adoration of so many people, the way movie stars do. Just hearing my name on TV was a jolt to my system. I wasn't sure what to make of it.
I also remember dreaming about going to a church with my mom and dad. When we sat down in the pews we realized that the choir was wearing very revealing outfits and were dancing in very sensual ways. Apparently this was not the type of strict Christian church my mom thought it was, and she immediately got disgusted and started walking out. This made me mad, because I felt that the people of the church had gone to a lot of trouble inviting us to be there and making sure we were comfortable. They had even prepared a huge picnic for after the service. I didn't think it was right for her to snub them just because they didn't believe what she believed.
My dad seemed to be very wtf about the whole thing, just milling around. I finally convinced my mom to stay for the picnic, which was fantastic. I remember this older black gentlemen sitting at a table and staring at us, but I can't remember if we spoke or not.
As I said, a lot of this seemed to be happening all at once, though I think the church part actually came first. It all made sense in a very nonsensical way. More and more words are seeming useless to me, when communicating with concepts and feelings, as I do in my dreams, seems so much more accurate and easy.
A few times I've been to places in my dreams that my brain couldn't really even comprehend. There was no way to describe what I saw in these places because it didn't make sense in physical terms. But it was much fuller, and brighter. A lot of whiteness and warmth. The air was alive with warmth, and words were a thing of the past. Everything was *felt*. Usually after those dreams I wake up outside of my body, crashing back down into it. I guess I travel far in those dreams.
I had a dream last night that was very confusing to me. It seemed like everything was happening at once instead of in a linear fashion. Like I was doing three things all at once, but somehow it all made sense.
I was going to some sort of school. I don't know what school it was. I just remember my dad yelling that I was going to miss my ride because I couldn't find my uniform. I ended up putting on the wrong shirt and pieces of my clothing seemed to be moving around in my closet. I was getting very frustrated. I think clothing represents the personality in dream symbolism- personality and self-expression. Perhaps this represents the fact that I am trying to adopt new modes of self expression that are more spiritual in nature, since this school seemed to have a spiritual aspect to it. It certainly makes sense to me. I finally got all of my uniform on and ran out to meet my ride.
I was with a moderately large group of people. A few were people I work with in waking life. One or two were characters in my book. The rest I don't recall in waking life. But they were all extremely vivid personalities. The bond I felt with these people was intense. It was as if we had been linked together with ties of energy. We were downtown, but I really don't know how to describe what we were doing. It makes sense in my head, but I really have no words for it. I think we were traveling around the city, but that's about the point where my ability to describe it ends. The city was also extremely vivid. The colors were intense.
It seemed that the group of us were also in a mental hospital. It was supposed to be one of the best places around. It looked very high-tech. Had glowing panels and stuff. It wasn't like the psych wards I've been on here, which were terrible. It seemed to be an active center for emotional healing. Everyone was fairly cheerful and seemed to be working together to help each other. We had groups in this big open room with huge windows in it. I remember that some of the "patients" stayed there all the time, but I came and went quite frequently, staying for a week or two then heading out again.
At the same time we all seemed to be making a movie or sorts. I saw a preview for the movie but it was simply projected into my head. It was suggesting that I was going to be a very popular character in the movie, which surprised me, as my role in the production had been small and I couldn't imagine having the adoration of so many people, the way movie stars do. Just hearing my name on TV was a jolt to my system. I wasn't sure what to make of it.
I also remember dreaming about going to a church with my mom and dad. When we sat down in the pews we realized that the choir was wearing very revealing outfits and were dancing in very sensual ways. Apparently this was not the type of strict Christian church my mom thought it was, and she immediately got disgusted and started walking out. This made me mad, because I felt that the people of the church had gone to a lot of trouble inviting us to be there and making sure we were comfortable. They had even prepared a huge picnic for after the service. I didn't think it was right for her to snub them just because they didn't believe what she believed.
My dad seemed to be very wtf about the whole thing, just milling around. I finally convinced my mom to stay for the picnic, which was fantastic. I remember this older black gentlemen sitting at a table and staring at us, but I can't remember if we spoke or not.
As I said, a lot of this seemed to be happening all at once, though I think the church part actually came first. It all made sense in a very nonsensical way. More and more words are seeming useless to me, when communicating with concepts and feelings, as I do in my dreams, seems so much more accurate and easy.