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dreams and what the symbolism, images, people, etc., may mean.
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To start, last night I had a dream in two parts. 1. I was watcvhing a TV show where somebody was breaking into people's basements and leaving cryptic messages. At the end, the police were frisking a number of people, all of whom were people of color. Then, at the end, what looked like Miss Piggy (from the Muppets) was exiting the basement with a stocking over her head. 2. I was passing by a dark green GM minivan (the one with the taillights on each side of the rear wi) which had a number of bumper sticketouting conservative and/or Republican ideology. Upon passing the van, somebody called me by the name of "Scott Mitchell" and said that I had agreed to hear their message, which was very hateful, and was ordered to hear it and watch a video or I would be killed. Towards the end, I whispered "Call the police" to an elderly couple. At that time, I woke up. It was 3:00 in the morning. Can anybody share some intelligent insight into what I was thinking?
Well, I usually consider dream symbolism to be intensely personal, and dreams that I have (which make perfect sense to me) owuld be unintelligible to anyone else. I can tell you, though, that Scott Mitchell is the name of the starting quarterback for the Detroit Lions. If that helps.
It sure does, robh. Also, I believe that the thing about the white supremacists and the thing with the people of color being questioned may have been a sign of dealing more positively with my most feared adversaries. Any more ideas on this, or do you have dreams that you have questions about?
Going to the elderly for assistance.. hmmmm..
bruin, thats a weird dream... i have real weird ones too.. im starting
to wonder if like i die in my dreams to much and if theres something wrong
with me...? i dunno though.. like this one dream i had:
i was in the woods, like some kind of a forest or tropical forest
maybe, and there were all these people chasing me. and they all wanted me
dead. so obviously iwas running from them. then i came upon a trailer, like
a home. and there was a big fancy party going on inside with people all
dressed up drinking wine and other stuff they do at these type of things, and
i ran up to the trailer and i remember there was 13 doors all around the
entire trailer so i ran into the first and shut it and locked it so the bad
people couldnt get in, then i did the same for each of the other doors, jsut
barely being able to shut it before someone could grab it and open it up. then
i came to the las tdoor and just as i was going to close it someones hand
caught it and pulled it open. i ran over to some woman in a dress and started
screeming and crying saying i didnt want to die and i didnt do anything.
everyone in the party just stared at me and then went on with what they were
doing before. i tried to get their attention and get help but no one would
listen to me. then the bad people came in and were shooting me and stabing
me to death. then i could acctually feel myself dying, ive never felt anything
like this before... it was really weird, it didnt hurt at all, it was like
the most relaxing experiance that ive ever felt... i slowly felt myself being
like faded away, like i felt the feeling of life being drained from my body.
it was really wierd... then everything went black and then i woke up and i
was crying.
talk about weird hey? hmm... i dunno ive had tons of weird dreams like
that. i dunno maybe ive just been watching to much tv or something.. oh well,
if you have any comments about my dream then please mail me:
wandabra@m-net148.arbornet.org
oh well, thanx anyway for taking the time to read all that.
I had a dream last night that all single adults had been rounded up and put in concentration camps. We were given the choice of having children, or being thrown into the ovens. The theory being, if we had children then we'd understand why the First Amendment was a bad idea, and support the Communications Decency Act. Can anyone guess what's on my mind these days? >8)
My, oh my, don't let a certain Grex parent see that dream, Rob... based on the Party convo of last night.
Hey, I've made my opinons clear to anyone who wants to hear them, and a few people who don't. I'll tell her to her face what I think of her "right to keep her children safe". I'm standing in the front of the bus on this one. So, any other actual dreams out there?
People don't want most of my dreams... they're too screwed up. I did have a CDA dream of my own, now that I think about it. At least, I had a dream about prison. I was breaking a friend out of jail. I was wearing a dress and a wig to fool the guards. I shot them (there were two of them) with a submachine gun and took their keys. I found the person I was breakin g out of jail. HE tried to take the keys through the bars and shoot me with my gun at the same time. Eventually, I calmed him down and let him out, then we decided to make a diversion by letting all the other prisoners go. First we had to dispatch the other two guards. He stood at one end of the hallway and threw Twinkies and licorice strips down the hallway. When the guards came out for their snacks, I was supposed to hit them over the head with my gun. I did the first guard that way, but the second one heard me and turned his head. I tried to punch him in the jaw, but swung and couldn't bring myself to do it. He understood, and pretended to be unconscious to make me feel better. Then we looked for the other prisoners, and found them in the dining room. There was some really cool Guns N Roses music playing on the PA, something that would be good for a prison break, so my friend went to go turn it up while I tried to get the prisoners to escape. They said they didn't want to, that it was cool in prison and they got food and everything and didn't have to work too hard. I told them they had to go, that they'd been in so llong theyd lost perspective. They shrugged and then moved to the assembly hall to have a meeting on whether they should escape from prison. I asked who was president when they'd been put in prison. One said "Davis" and another said "Can-ni-dee?" I got disgruntled and left. My friend was now two friends (people I know IRL, actually) and they rushed me to the prison door, then one disappeared to go get something. We left the prison, which turned out to be the basement of the county offices, and headed off, first in the wrong direction (I'd forgetten where I'd parked), then the right direction. Our friend joined us as we passed the door to the prison again, and he was carrying a package. At the same time, all the other prisoners came out. The men were all wearing camouflage and the women were wearing these grey cotton outfits with flowers along the button row. The three of us went to the car, my Yugo rustbucket. One of them complained that I hadn't gotten a better car in the three months he was in prison but the other said I just hadn't had the chance. (Somewhere along the way, the two friends had become Greg Canis and Rob H. -- this is the second time Rob's been in a dream... get out of my head!) He complained that the axle was cracked (Greg did) while Rob climbed into the back seat (now *there's* a sight! :). We went back to our apartment (yep, the three of us were living together). I asked how long the prisoners had been there, and was told that they'd mostly been there a few months, not much, and that they would have gotten out by themselves in a month or two if I hadn't broken them out, but now they were destined to be in for years once the authorities caught them again. I asked what was in the package. Greg opened it. IT was the spaghetti with meatballs and brown sauce that they'd been eating. He said it was really good and he had some left over, so he brought it with. There. Fairly typical dream for me. The same night I dreamt about a Mexican woman who'd moved to California with her 7 children to make a new start. She went away for vacation leaving her children with her new American husband, who killed them all. Police were investigating a photo album she'd sent back to Mexico months earlier, with captions like"This is the man who'll kill my children in three months." I had another dream about a murder... this man had been shot to death, and there were six suspects. It turns out that they'd all shot at him at the same time from six differnt vantage points, and it was impossible to tell which one had killed him. Finally, one of the investigators realized that all seven radios (each of the people had had a big clunky 1950s tabletop radio with them) had been playing, and the murderer was the one whose radio had been tuned to the same station. All three of these dreams were the night after I genereated the "abortion" login as a protest to the CDA, and was thinking about how stupid it would be to be in jail for something like that...
*WIERD*......... <And tarwolf thought *he* had strange dreamns...>
tarwolf?
Gotta quit smoking....
(cough)
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