12-10-2020, 04:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-10-2020, 04:15 PM by Black Dragon.)
I've been doing a lot of inner contemplation lately while going through my process of dealing with issues, and I've been thinking back to a lot of significant dreams I've had in my life. I thought they would be interesting to share here, maybe they can help others interested in such things learn more about the archetypal mind and whatnot from my dream experiences, and maybe share some interpretations from their perspective I might not have thought of. Lately, my dreams haven't been as vibrant and diverse and deep as they used to be, part of it is the weed smoking and part is just the stuff I'm dealing with and my mental and emotional state.
There's so many significant ones they don't all come to mind, and the fine details have eroded in my memory a bit, but there's a handful specific dreams I've been thinking a lot about lately, they aren't probably the absolute deepest or most interesting one I've had out of all of them, but they all sort of tie in to my shadow side and fears, so they are very relevant to look at right now in my process. I'll share those first. The general themes aren't hard to put together, but maybe there's more subtle and nuanced stuff about my own biases I'm overlooking.
Dream 1: I think I was about 10 years old, it was no less than 8 and no older than 11 or 12. I only remember bits and pieces, but it had something to do with "wise men". It was almost like an overview, like watching a story rather than living it in the dream or something like that, but it was my story. I was part of some group of "wise men" or something like that, and I don't remember the details, but there was some conflict or difference of opinion on something, and they judged me very harshly and exiled me. It was actually a very emotional dream, I felt deep betrayal and righteous indignation. I was hurt by what they did but I knew they were wrong and I wanted them to be judged like they judged me.
Dream 2: Early-mid 20's. I was in an observatory type room in some sort of tower where I resided, and I was tinkering with a large device that at first glance might look like a big telescope or something, and it did have a lot of observatory/scanning/sensory type equipment involved(that was required for its ambitious job), but it was mainly some type of cannon. I'm not sure if it was supposed to be set in current times or some ancient civilization or whatever, the setting besides the tower was rather ambiguous. The purpose of the whole rig was to "play Robin Hood against ET". This was not part of some larger directive(at least as far as I was aware), this was my own directive. I was lone wolfing it like a hermit in this tower, and I felt that these ET's were responsible for passing judgment on humanity and screwing us over, but then abandoning us to rot. I was infuriated that they would be present in our realm, flaunting their technology that could help us.
It was like rubbing our faces in it after judging and abandoning us, and the only reason they could be here is for their own selfish reasons at our expense. This made them wicked and undeserving of the technology they flaunted in our faces, that same technology which could benefit humanity who was in desperate shape. So if you bring that here, in my sight, it's fair game for me to destroy and plunder-but not plunder just for myself like these military black budget groups do and keep it secret: my intent was to share it with all humanity. The dream ended before anything eventful really happened, it was more like just preparing to take action and thinking about my reasons why.
This dream has the same sort of theme as another I had around the same timeframe, where I was alone inside this old castle keep from an advanced ancient civilization that had been wiped out, and it was abandoned and locked in some sort of time bubble or time pocket. The apocalypse had already happened, in fact the dust was probably settled for quite a while, but I was in this old castle trying to do science and alchemy and come up with some sort of edge or advantage to use as retribution against the ones who had passed judgment and destroyed civilization.
Dream 3: Mid 20's. I'm living with other people in this artificial indoor environment. There's a ceiling high above. Walls. It's all this bland off-white color, and with the type of dingy industrial type lighting you'd find in a warehouse store like Home Depot or Lowe's. I know it's not right and it feels existentially claustrophobic, but others aren't quite as concerned, just mostly carrying on their business. The roof is like a lid that opens now and then, and a big but otherwise unremarkably human looking hand comes down and tweaks some settings or s*** sometimes, and then leaves and the lid slides back shut.
I'm trying to tell people that we aren't supposed to be in there, that some a******* are keeping us trapped and that we need to escape and beat them and take over their reality, the greater reality that is rightfully ours. A few are listening. We equip weapons and armor that has jet-pack like propulsion devices on the back. My plan is when the lid opens, fly out and swarm the bastard(s). That begins to happen, but when I get out of the box things get kind of hazy and I wake up.
Dream 4: Early to mid 20's. My mom and I are forcibly taken to some "treatment" place, that is a huge building almost like a hospital, a warehouse, a prison, a church, and a Buddhist temple all in one. It's run by these guys who look like Buddhist monks, but are very cold and authoritarian and scornful in their manner. This place isn't treatment, it's a prison. They stick us in a large open common room the size of a warehouse with a bunch of other people, some of which are like us and anxious or depressed, but others which are insane, criminal, and/or sociopathic. A monk tells me that my mom and I are the same thing as the criminals. It's our fault we have anxiety and depression because we are sinful and selfish shitty people deep down.
Food time is exactly the cliché you're probably expecting. They throw some crap in the center of the room that's just barely enough for everyone to get by if it were split evenly...and then let the sociopaths try to fight people over it for bigger shares, knowing damn well it won't be equally distributed and some of us would get hurt or killed trying to get our fair share. People were making shanks and that sort of thing, so at that point it was me and my mom trying to find decent people like us to buddy up with, and avoid the a******* and stay safe.
Eventually the priests came back again, but they singled out my mom and were going to drag her off by herself and inflict who knows what sort of torture on her. I became enraged and moved to attack them. I did so verbally, I told them I know what you really are, you can't hide yourself from me. I told them they were filthy, soulless authoritarian demons pretending to be enlightened servants of humanity, and that I could smell the stench of what they really were. They gave up pretending, the mask came off and a battle of energy-flinging ensued in which I smoked one piece of s*** and grabbed my mom and booked it out of there.
We ran through some corridors onto the roof of the building, and there was some sort of rescue waiting. It was some sort of man who was an Interpol agent or something like that, solider looking type, and there was an aircraft that wasn't an advanced UFO, but more like a near-future concept of a small harrier type jet that could hover and take off and land vertically. We got in and sped off and the dream ended.
Dream 5: Mid 20's. I can't remember the little details of this dream, but I remember the overall theme. This was one where I was like viewing a story from outside yet simultaneously at the same time from the roll of the main character. It was an old guy living in the jungles of Vietnam. He was an American solider that fought in the war and survived alone out in the woods for decades thinking that the war was still going on. That one's pretty interesting from a symbolic standpoint.
Anyway, sometimes its' hard to process all of one's crap, so I figured sharing might give me some relief and maybe somebody will find it interesting. Again, I've had more positive, deep, and inspiring dreams sometimes throughout my life, but those aren't what's coming to the surface of my memories right now.
There's so many significant ones they don't all come to mind, and the fine details have eroded in my memory a bit, but there's a handful specific dreams I've been thinking a lot about lately, they aren't probably the absolute deepest or most interesting one I've had out of all of them, but they all sort of tie in to my shadow side and fears, so they are very relevant to look at right now in my process. I'll share those first. The general themes aren't hard to put together, but maybe there's more subtle and nuanced stuff about my own biases I'm overlooking.
Dream 1: I think I was about 10 years old, it was no less than 8 and no older than 11 or 12. I only remember bits and pieces, but it had something to do with "wise men". It was almost like an overview, like watching a story rather than living it in the dream or something like that, but it was my story. I was part of some group of "wise men" or something like that, and I don't remember the details, but there was some conflict or difference of opinion on something, and they judged me very harshly and exiled me. It was actually a very emotional dream, I felt deep betrayal and righteous indignation. I was hurt by what they did but I knew they were wrong and I wanted them to be judged like they judged me.
Dream 2: Early-mid 20's. I was in an observatory type room in some sort of tower where I resided, and I was tinkering with a large device that at first glance might look like a big telescope or something, and it did have a lot of observatory/scanning/sensory type equipment involved(that was required for its ambitious job), but it was mainly some type of cannon. I'm not sure if it was supposed to be set in current times or some ancient civilization or whatever, the setting besides the tower was rather ambiguous. The purpose of the whole rig was to "play Robin Hood against ET". This was not part of some larger directive(at least as far as I was aware), this was my own directive. I was lone wolfing it like a hermit in this tower, and I felt that these ET's were responsible for passing judgment on humanity and screwing us over, but then abandoning us to rot. I was infuriated that they would be present in our realm, flaunting their technology that could help us.
It was like rubbing our faces in it after judging and abandoning us, and the only reason they could be here is for their own selfish reasons at our expense. This made them wicked and undeserving of the technology they flaunted in our faces, that same technology which could benefit humanity who was in desperate shape. So if you bring that here, in my sight, it's fair game for me to destroy and plunder-but not plunder just for myself like these military black budget groups do and keep it secret: my intent was to share it with all humanity. The dream ended before anything eventful really happened, it was more like just preparing to take action and thinking about my reasons why.
This dream has the same sort of theme as another I had around the same timeframe, where I was alone inside this old castle keep from an advanced ancient civilization that had been wiped out, and it was abandoned and locked in some sort of time bubble or time pocket. The apocalypse had already happened, in fact the dust was probably settled for quite a while, but I was in this old castle trying to do science and alchemy and come up with some sort of edge or advantage to use as retribution against the ones who had passed judgment and destroyed civilization.
Dream 3: Mid 20's. I'm living with other people in this artificial indoor environment. There's a ceiling high above. Walls. It's all this bland off-white color, and with the type of dingy industrial type lighting you'd find in a warehouse store like Home Depot or Lowe's. I know it's not right and it feels existentially claustrophobic, but others aren't quite as concerned, just mostly carrying on their business. The roof is like a lid that opens now and then, and a big but otherwise unremarkably human looking hand comes down and tweaks some settings or s*** sometimes, and then leaves and the lid slides back shut.
I'm trying to tell people that we aren't supposed to be in there, that some a******* are keeping us trapped and that we need to escape and beat them and take over their reality, the greater reality that is rightfully ours. A few are listening. We equip weapons and armor that has jet-pack like propulsion devices on the back. My plan is when the lid opens, fly out and swarm the bastard(s). That begins to happen, but when I get out of the box things get kind of hazy and I wake up.
Dream 4: Early to mid 20's. My mom and I are forcibly taken to some "treatment" place, that is a huge building almost like a hospital, a warehouse, a prison, a church, and a Buddhist temple all in one. It's run by these guys who look like Buddhist monks, but are very cold and authoritarian and scornful in their manner. This place isn't treatment, it's a prison. They stick us in a large open common room the size of a warehouse with a bunch of other people, some of which are like us and anxious or depressed, but others which are insane, criminal, and/or sociopathic. A monk tells me that my mom and I are the same thing as the criminals. It's our fault we have anxiety and depression because we are sinful and selfish shitty people deep down.
Food time is exactly the cliché you're probably expecting. They throw some crap in the center of the room that's just barely enough for everyone to get by if it were split evenly...and then let the sociopaths try to fight people over it for bigger shares, knowing damn well it won't be equally distributed and some of us would get hurt or killed trying to get our fair share. People were making shanks and that sort of thing, so at that point it was me and my mom trying to find decent people like us to buddy up with, and avoid the a******* and stay safe.
Eventually the priests came back again, but they singled out my mom and were going to drag her off by herself and inflict who knows what sort of torture on her. I became enraged and moved to attack them. I did so verbally, I told them I know what you really are, you can't hide yourself from me. I told them they were filthy, soulless authoritarian demons pretending to be enlightened servants of humanity, and that I could smell the stench of what they really were. They gave up pretending, the mask came off and a battle of energy-flinging ensued in which I smoked one piece of s*** and grabbed my mom and booked it out of there.
We ran through some corridors onto the roof of the building, and there was some sort of rescue waiting. It was some sort of man who was an Interpol agent or something like that, solider looking type, and there was an aircraft that wasn't an advanced UFO, but more like a near-future concept of a small harrier type jet that could hover and take off and land vertically. We got in and sped off and the dream ended.
Dream 5: Mid 20's. I can't remember the little details of this dream, but I remember the overall theme. This was one where I was like viewing a story from outside yet simultaneously at the same time from the roll of the main character. It was an old guy living in the jungles of Vietnam. He was an American solider that fought in the war and survived alone out in the woods for decades thinking that the war was still going on. That one's pretty interesting from a symbolic standpoint.
Anyway, sometimes its' hard to process all of one's crap, so I figured sharing might give me some relief and maybe somebody will find it interesting. Again, I've had more positive, deep, and inspiring dreams sometimes throughout my life, but those aren't what's coming to the surface of my memories right now.
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