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laliginLet's get the unimportant stuff out of the way first. Lali passed her driving test today. Second time lucky? *shrug* Whatever.
Now. Been having weird dreams recently - with some recurring elements. A little... concerned.
Dream One:
This started off when I seemed to be visiting my next door neighbour. She's moved house recently, so I'd gone to see her, and the dogs (two gorgeous Border Collies) were delighted to see me. Didn't want me to leave. Anyway. Left eventually, with my school backpack. Went out and I was at the back of a building, with a row of patio doors and a long paved walkway in front of me. There were rows of gardens to the other side. And somehow I knew this was a hotel.
So I was on my way back to the room my family and I were staying in... And it gets a little confused here. I can't quite remember how everything happened, but I became aware that the hotel (which was at the back of a museum - ?) had been taken over by terrorists. All anonymous white men... American? German? English? No idea. Anyway. I was on the loose. The only one still out free. And I was trying to escape, to fetch help. I got chased indoors by a couple of guards (armed with machine guns) lost them in the corridors, and went down a flight of steps to get outside again. Except that a third guard stepped out, with a pistol. Held me at gunpoint. I stopped, dropped my backpack, hands up and all that. I was pretty sure it was all over... But he stepped forward and went for the backpack, maybe assuming I had some weapons or something in there. I got the gun off him and shot him dead.
Now see, dreaming that I've killed someone in cold blood kind of worries me. But then I took his radio and the gun, grabbed my backpack and ran, because the gunshot had been heard by the others and I had to get away.
I ended up doing a bit of a Die Hard - crawling around in the air vents, eavesdropping on their orders, chucking chairs out of the museum windows to try and attract attention from outside. But wherever I went, they'd be hard on my heels and I never had enough time to get a proper cry for help out of the building. When they figured out I was in the air vents their leader ordered them all to shoot into them. I got trapped in a corner between two rooms, curled up with my backpack (couldn't leave it - had my notebook in it) a gun and a radio, with bullets ripping through the metal either side of me and ricocheting around the inside of the vents.
Shortly after that it all started getting very disconnected. They had my mother and brother at gunpoint, ordered me to give myself up or they'd kill them. I did. And I woke up. I can't remember if I got shot, or they got shot, or help arrived, or what.
Dream Two:
Alright. Apologies in advance to any of my Christian (or otherwise religious) friends who might read this. You should know I mean no offence...
This dream was all in my house. For those who don't know it, my house is rather large. Very tall - lots of staircases and so on. And right up near the top we have a "games room", which is mostly occupied by a table tennis table at the moment.
So I was up there. Along with a load of people from my school - but all in school uniform, which we haven't worn for over a year now. And everyone was lined up in columns at one end of the table. I was at the back of the line nearest the door, kind of hiding behind other people and feeling a little bored, a little amused, because at the other side of the table the school Chaplain was standing, giving us a talk about Nice People.
So I'm standing there, thinking of a dozen other things and half-listening to him proclaiming that Nice People are divinely inspired, following the righteous path, and are the earthly agents of the Lord (and various other bizarre things) and thinking to myself, "Not me. I'm a fairly nice person. Does that make me the exception to the rule or does it show that the rule is not valid?" while hiding behind everyone else in the line so that he can't see me smirk if I amuse myself.
And then he starts saying things like, "Nice People often try and avoid recognition. They hide behind others, and deny all accusations of them being nice..."
And he's looking right at me. And I start to get a little nervous, because I don't like being praised or having people go on about how wonderful I am (take note, Mum) and it's really beginning to sound like he's just talking about ME except that he's making it sound like I'm only nice to people because it's God's will and I'm a good little devout Christian girl - and that's not me. I'm rather more... Hmm. Rather more flexible when it comes to religion. Not atheist, so much. Not quite agnostic, even. That implies you're certain that you're uncertain. I don't know what I think and I don't think about it much, to be honest. But I get... edgy when people start throwing religion at me. It can make me somewhat uncomfortable and somewhat guilty, especially if (as in the dream) someone tries to pretend that my motives and actions spring from one faith or another.
So, I'm there in the dream feeling VERY uncomfortable, and then all of a sudden it flips. I'm standing on the other side of the table, with everyone else where they were, watching me (ex-boyfriend smirking in the background as if he's enjoying me being paraded around and humiliated) and the Chaplain standing beside the table, still going on about how wonderful I am and how everyone should pray to the Lord to give them the same divine guidance He gave me...
And I break and run. Round the far side of the table, because EVERYONE is between me and the door, but all the people from school just stand there and let me go bolting through the middle of them and out the door and down the stairs while the Chaplain's still talking. I make it all the way down and come hurtling through the dining room into the kitchen.
Mum's there, but even while she's asking if I'm alright and what's the matter, I'm slamming the door and grabbing the handle and bracing my feet against the wall because I KNOW the Chaplain is going to come and drag me out any second.
And the door is yanked open again, as easily as if I wasn't holding it back at all. The Chaplain's standing there, and I dart past him and behind the dining table - he's between me and the kitchen door and garden door, and everyone else has come down from the games room and is standing in the hall and in the dining room doorway. I'm absolutely trapped and he's still talking about what a GOOD person I am, and how WONDERFUL it is that I've seen the light, and how I can show others the way to God...
And I wake up.
And I am VERY freaked out.
Dream Three:
I went shopping. It's a friend's birthday in a few days, and I wanted to get him something cool. My brother went with me (?) and I decided to go in Alternative. They have a couple of bizarre back rooms and upstairs bits in there that have some random stuff in.
And we found this new back room - which I've dreamed of before, I know it. It was all kind of orangey. Maybe some wood pannelling and so on, bright and clear, but orange. And the stuff. Oh, the stuff. My kind of shop. There were pretty stones, all kinds of dragon related ornaments and jewellery, and SWORDS everywhere! Must have been at least a hundred different blades, on display and in cases. You could just wander up and draw one, take a look and put it back. LOVELY things. Beautiful, gorgeous things.
And there were so many things there that were just PERFECT for my friend's birthday - but somehow I only had a pound in my pocket. My brother had a pound as well, but everything (even the smaller emerald-coloured glass dragons... detail, see? This is how I know I've been there before in another dream) cost more than three pounds.
I was still having the time of my life looking around and drooling over everything when we met another of my friends. (In reality, I did meet her in town last time I went shopping, before Christmas - and we went to Alternative. Echoes...) We were all of us wandering around when the dream started to veer away from reality and become stranger. There was someone else with us. I don't know who. And I wasn't me, and my brother wasn't my brother, and my friend wasn't my friend. Or at least, they weren't quite themselves by now and I was still me, but I wouldn't be in a minute. I'll explain.
There was a strange breeze picking up in the shop. Everyone else was getting worried and leaving. The fourth person told us that "There is a Nephew here. We should leave."
And somehow I knew we (all four) were vampires. And so was this Nephew. All in the family - and the closer you were related to SOMEONE (the original? I don't know) the more powerful you were. I was a Grandchild - but I was stronger than my brother, and slightly more so than the fourth person, who was a Great-Nephew.
We made it to the door and found it was locked - none of the other three could open it. And then the fourth person said "Laligin's power is enough to open the door." (Although he? - I think he - used my real name. Which freaked me out a bit, but you know...) So I opened the door. Easy as pie. We all went through, though the wind was picking up and we knew by now that the Nephew was after us. There was a narrow flight of stairs, and we all hurried down - I was last.
At the bottom of the stairs, it opened out a bit and we were at street level, facing two glass doors, with an Open/Closed sign hanging on one of them. The Closed side was facing us. Again, I had to open the door - but this time they called me Chris, and I got the bizarre feeling that it was short for Christian. (Freaked me out incredibly...)
But then all three of them ran out through the open door and crossed the street without even looking back. I was halfway to following them when something grabbed me. And there was nothing there, just power taking hold of my legs and knocking me over and pulling me back into the shop, even though I was screaming and struggling and trying to hold onto the doorstep. There were people passing by outside, right outside the door, ignoring me, and my nails were all breaking and my fingers were bleeding, and I was clawing at the floor to try and get purchase and leaving those stereotypical horror-film drag marks in the carpet as I got hauled back in.
And I woke up. But I have the strange feeling that I got killed that time.
So there you go. Three dreams. All recent. And in each one of them I'm trapped in a building, hunted. In two of them I'm everyone's only hope and I get caught (possibly killed). In two of them there's a strong current of Christianity. My immediate family is present in all three. And there's a closed door in two - in one case I'm trying to keep it closed, in another I'm fighting someone else to get it open. In both cases it's not locked, just held shut.
There's probably some obvious psychological meaning to this that I'm missing, especially considering the similarities between them all. But meh.
I'm considering using the third as the starting point for a new story... ^_^
Now. Been having weird dreams recently - with some recurring elements. A little... concerned.
Dream One:
This started off when I seemed to be visiting my next door neighbour. She's moved house recently, so I'd gone to see her, and the dogs (two gorgeous Border Collies) were delighted to see me. Didn't want me to leave. Anyway. Left eventually, with my school backpack. Went out and I was at the back of a building, with a row of patio doors and a long paved walkway in front of me. There were rows of gardens to the other side. And somehow I knew this was a hotel.
So I was on my way back to the room my family and I were staying in... And it gets a little confused here. I can't quite remember how everything happened, but I became aware that the hotel (which was at the back of a museum - ?) had been taken over by terrorists. All anonymous white men... American? German? English? No idea. Anyway. I was on the loose. The only one still out free. And I was trying to escape, to fetch help. I got chased indoors by a couple of guards (armed with machine guns) lost them in the corridors, and went down a flight of steps to get outside again. Except that a third guard stepped out, with a pistol. Held me at gunpoint. I stopped, dropped my backpack, hands up and all that. I was pretty sure it was all over... But he stepped forward and went for the backpack, maybe assuming I had some weapons or something in there. I got the gun off him and shot him dead.
Now see, dreaming that I've killed someone in cold blood kind of worries me. But then I took his radio and the gun, grabbed my backpack and ran, because the gunshot had been heard by the others and I had to get away.
I ended up doing a bit of a Die Hard - crawling around in the air vents, eavesdropping on their orders, chucking chairs out of the museum windows to try and attract attention from outside. But wherever I went, they'd be hard on my heels and I never had enough time to get a proper cry for help out of the building. When they figured out I was in the air vents their leader ordered them all to shoot into them. I got trapped in a corner between two rooms, curled up with my backpack (couldn't leave it - had my notebook in it) a gun and a radio, with bullets ripping through the metal either side of me and ricocheting around the inside of the vents.
Shortly after that it all started getting very disconnected. They had my mother and brother at gunpoint, ordered me to give myself up or they'd kill them. I did. And I woke up. I can't remember if I got shot, or they got shot, or help arrived, or what.
Dream Two:
Alright. Apologies in advance to any of my Christian (or otherwise religious) friends who might read this. You should know I mean no offence...
This dream was all in my house. For those who don't know it, my house is rather large. Very tall - lots of staircases and so on. And right up near the top we have a "games room", which is mostly occupied by a table tennis table at the moment.
So I was up there. Along with a load of people from my school - but all in school uniform, which we haven't worn for over a year now. And everyone was lined up in columns at one end of the table. I was at the back of the line nearest the door, kind of hiding behind other people and feeling a little bored, a little amused, because at the other side of the table the school Chaplain was standing, giving us a talk about Nice People.
So I'm standing there, thinking of a dozen other things and half-listening to him proclaiming that Nice People are divinely inspired, following the righteous path, and are the earthly agents of the Lord (and various other bizarre things) and thinking to myself, "Not me. I'm a fairly nice person. Does that make me the exception to the rule or does it show that the rule is not valid?" while hiding behind everyone else in the line so that he can't see me smirk if I amuse myself.
And then he starts saying things like, "Nice People often try and avoid recognition. They hide behind others, and deny all accusations of them being nice..."
And he's looking right at me. And I start to get a little nervous, because I don't like being praised or having people go on about how wonderful I am (take note, Mum) and it's really beginning to sound like he's just talking about ME except that he's making it sound like I'm only nice to people because it's God's will and I'm a good little devout Christian girl - and that's not me. I'm rather more... Hmm. Rather more flexible when it comes to religion. Not atheist, so much. Not quite agnostic, even. That implies you're certain that you're uncertain. I don't know what I think and I don't think about it much, to be honest. But I get... edgy when people start throwing religion at me. It can make me somewhat uncomfortable and somewhat guilty, especially if (as in the dream) someone tries to pretend that my motives and actions spring from one faith or another.
So, I'm there in the dream feeling VERY uncomfortable, and then all of a sudden it flips. I'm standing on the other side of the table, with everyone else where they were, watching me (ex-boyfriend smirking in the background as if he's enjoying me being paraded around and humiliated) and the Chaplain standing beside the table, still going on about how wonderful I am and how everyone should pray to the Lord to give them the same divine guidance He gave me...
And I break and run. Round the far side of the table, because EVERYONE is between me and the door, but all the people from school just stand there and let me go bolting through the middle of them and out the door and down the stairs while the Chaplain's still talking. I make it all the way down and come hurtling through the dining room into the kitchen.
Mum's there, but even while she's asking if I'm alright and what's the matter, I'm slamming the door and grabbing the handle and bracing my feet against the wall because I KNOW the Chaplain is going to come and drag me out any second.
And the door is yanked open again, as easily as if I wasn't holding it back at all. The Chaplain's standing there, and I dart past him and behind the dining table - he's between me and the kitchen door and garden door, and everyone else has come down from the games room and is standing in the hall and in the dining room doorway. I'm absolutely trapped and he's still talking about what a GOOD person I am, and how WONDERFUL it is that I've seen the light, and how I can show others the way to God...
And I wake up.
And I am VERY freaked out.
Dream Three:
I went shopping. It's a friend's birthday in a few days, and I wanted to get him something cool. My brother went with me (?) and I decided to go in Alternative. They have a couple of bizarre back rooms and upstairs bits in there that have some random stuff in.
And we found this new back room - which I've dreamed of before, I know it. It was all kind of orangey. Maybe some wood pannelling and so on, bright and clear, but orange. And the stuff. Oh, the stuff. My kind of shop. There were pretty stones, all kinds of dragon related ornaments and jewellery, and SWORDS everywhere! Must have been at least a hundred different blades, on display and in cases. You could just wander up and draw one, take a look and put it back. LOVELY things. Beautiful, gorgeous things.
And there were so many things there that were just PERFECT for my friend's birthday - but somehow I only had a pound in my pocket. My brother had a pound as well, but everything (even the smaller emerald-coloured glass dragons... detail, see? This is how I know I've been there before in another dream) cost more than three pounds.
I was still having the time of my life looking around and drooling over everything when we met another of my friends. (In reality, I did meet her in town last time I went shopping, before Christmas - and we went to Alternative. Echoes...) We were all of us wandering around when the dream started to veer away from reality and become stranger. There was someone else with us. I don't know who. And I wasn't me, and my brother wasn't my brother, and my friend wasn't my friend. Or at least, they weren't quite themselves by now and I was still me, but I wouldn't be in a minute. I'll explain.
There was a strange breeze picking up in the shop. Everyone else was getting worried and leaving. The fourth person told us that "There is a Nephew here. We should leave."
And somehow I knew we (all four) were vampires. And so was this Nephew. All in the family - and the closer you were related to SOMEONE (the original? I don't know) the more powerful you were. I was a Grandchild - but I was stronger than my brother, and slightly more so than the fourth person, who was a Great-Nephew.
We made it to the door and found it was locked - none of the other three could open it. And then the fourth person said "Laligin's power is enough to open the door." (Although he? - I think he - used my real name. Which freaked me out a bit, but you know...) So I opened the door. Easy as pie. We all went through, though the wind was picking up and we knew by now that the Nephew was after us. There was a narrow flight of stairs, and we all hurried down - I was last.
At the bottom of the stairs, it opened out a bit and we were at street level, facing two glass doors, with an Open/Closed sign hanging on one of them. The Closed side was facing us. Again, I had to open the door - but this time they called me Chris, and I got the bizarre feeling that it was short for Christian. (Freaked me out incredibly...)
But then all three of them ran out through the open door and crossed the street without even looking back. I was halfway to following them when something grabbed me. And there was nothing there, just power taking hold of my legs and knocking me over and pulling me back into the shop, even though I was screaming and struggling and trying to hold onto the doorstep. There were people passing by outside, right outside the door, ignoring me, and my nails were all breaking and my fingers were bleeding, and I was clawing at the floor to try and get purchase and leaving those stereotypical horror-film drag marks in the carpet as I got hauled back in.
And I woke up. But I have the strange feeling that I got killed that time.
So there you go. Three dreams. All recent. And in each one of them I'm trapped in a building, hunted. In two of them I'm everyone's only hope and I get caught (possibly killed). In two of them there's a strong current of Christianity. My immediate family is present in all three. And there's a closed door in two - in one case I'm trying to keep it closed, in another I'm fighting someone else to get it open. In both cases it's not locked, just held shut.
There's probably some obvious psychological meaning to this that I'm missing, especially considering the similarities between them all. But meh.
I'm considering using the third as the starting point for a new story... ^_^
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Date: 2006-12-29 10:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-29 11:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-01 02:55 am (UTC)Here I go (dream one):
You've always been creative (being able to hide and listen to them and hide in air ducts and things like that) but lately, for some reason, there have been people, things, blocking this. You were able to overcome one of these things (the third guy with the gun that you killed ) but there are still things that are blocking you from being able to things that you want to do, and that's to write ("curled up with my bookbag -- it had my notebook in it"). However, these things aren't able to fully stop you, as the bullets were ricocheting around you, not hitting you. These problems are coming from outside of your family, but they are threatening your family.
(Dream two:) Like you talked about, you hate people going on and on about how wonderful you are, but people are still going to do it. The Chaplin does this by walking in on the room that you were hiding in, blocking the door. However, the whole God thing has me confused. Sorry. =(
(Dream three:) Orange is a protective color, usually used to protect or even heal. The fact that you couldn't buy anything might be the reason why your group was being chased by the "Nephew" -- you were short money, and something in a orange room like that usually has protection infused in like that. Maybe this has something to do with dream number two -- you were praised about being good, and even godly, and in this dream, they (the fourth person) used the name "Chris," which you feel is short for Christian. This one is hard to figure out, like number two.
There is also a small fear inside that you think that things are going to really change, that your friend isn't going to be your friend, and things like that, while you are stuck being yourself (paragraph number four). You were also the last to go out the door, even though you had the "power" to open both the doors.
Maybe that might help??
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Date: 2007-01-01 04:31 pm (UTC)Shadowbyrd had a go at analysis too - threw in fear of failure, pressure of family's hopes and opinions, and the idea that I'm so dead set against being praised because it raises people's expectations of me, and makes failure hurt even more.
Perhaps the driving test had a fair amount to do with it all.
Or maybe I'm just one big melting-pot of psychological problems. ^_^ Joy.