Well, shit, it's finally happened. I've finally had a dream where I was Nicholas Cage. By the way, I despise him. I think my subconscious has finally had enough of him and my hatred leaked into my dreams! Nooooooo!
Anyway, basically I'll keep it short, but I was in some high-end security prison. Not a normal prison with a lot of bars and things, but more like a prison you would see in Pitch Black (that crazy movie with Vin Diesel). So there were things hanging off the wall and ropes and things, for my crazy ass to work out or something. I remember vaguely soccer practice with some other inmates...
Anyway, then I escaped out of this prison by being a bad ass (even though Nicholas Cage's grandmother is more bad ass than him...). Now that I think about it, although I had the face of Nicholas Cage, maybe I was also half Vin Diesel ... or... Wasn't there some guy that escaped a prison in that movie? Anyway, I escaped, and then was on the run from the feds. So I was suddenly half Nicholas Cage and half me, I guess? And I walked into a grocery store and found my parents and little brother grocery shopping. Sort of an awkward place to be when SWAT is out looking for you. Mother was of course annoyed that I was on the run. My dad just walked me outside and said "I'll help you", but all he gave me was a baseball cap.
So we walk outside the grocery store and we're right on the edge of some big river, so I jump in, and swim out towards the center where there's this little lump of raised land (It was so small, I wouldn't call it an island), and found some weird device that was supposed to allow me to do SOMETHING underwater (see, breathe?) - but I couldn't figure out how to work it. Anyway I don't remember much more of the dream, but the point is.... Nicholas Cage? WTF?
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Icarus
I had a dream about Icarus, son of Daedalus. This is a very obscure person to dream about from mythology. I don't remember much about the dream, just that he was very handsome and seemed a little clever, and possibly misleading. If you don't know the story of Icarus, I'll post it here from Wiki.
Icarus's father, Daedalus, a talented and remarkable Athenian craftsman, attempted to escape from his exile in the palace of Knossos, Crete, where he and his son were imprisoned at the hands of King Minos, the king for whom he had built the L a b y r i n t h to imprison the Minotaur. Daedalus, the superior craftsman, was exiled because he gave Minos' daughter, Ariadne, a ball of string in order to help Theseus, the enemy of Minos, survive the Labyrinth and defeat the Minotaur.
Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Before they took off from the island, Daedalus warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea. Overcome by the giddiness that flying lent him, Icarus soared through the sky curiously, but in the process he came too close to the sun, which melted the wax. Icarus kept flapping his wings but soon realized that he had no feathers left and that he was only flapping his bare arms. And so, Icarus fell into the sea and perished.
Icarus's father, Daedalus, a talented and remarkable Athenian craftsman, attempted to escape from his exile in the palace of Knossos, Crete, where he and his son were imprisoned at the hands of King Minos, the king for whom he had built the L a b y r i n t h to imprison the Minotaur. Daedalus, the superior craftsman, was exiled because he gave Minos' daughter, Ariadne, a ball of string in order to help Theseus, the enemy of Minos, survive the Labyrinth and defeat the Minotaur.
Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Before they took off from the island, Daedalus warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea. Overcome by the giddiness that flying lent him, Icarus soared through the sky curiously, but in the process he came too close to the sun, which melted the wax. Icarus kept flapping his wings but soon realized that he had no feathers left and that he was only flapping his bare arms. And so, Icarus fell into the sea and perished.
Monday, September 12, 2011
The Government
Note: This took place in a temperate forest (not a rain forest), the nights were very cold, and it was an old forest with a lot of tree cover, that made it chilly even during the day with all the shade. This took place in the future.
First off, let me say that I just read The Hunger Games and I have the sneaking suspicion that this permeated into my dream. I dreamed that I was in a movie theater, but the theater was screening a movie that the government wanted us to see. We were all to sit in on a screening of this movie, that I don't know the name of. The people in the room with me were all part of the place I lived, and we were all m a l n o u r i s h e d because of the government and the state of things in our society was poor at best. Most of the people around me, I believe, were people around my age.
I had a piece of bread with me in the theater, made illegally, with this delicious type of nut that someone had found and given to me to put into a piece of bread. I made it and handed it out sneakily to the people around me, who were very grateful even for a mouthful. The movie was beginning - and now was my chance.
I got up and sneaked out of the theater, avoiding the many government-issued guards stationed around to keep us in line. I somehow make it onto an elevator and out on another floor before I'm spotted, but then all hell breaks loose and there are guards after me left and right. I'm running around like crazy through this maze of rooms, before I finally skid in front of an exit. I think for a moment, that the crystal-clear glass sliding doors seem preposterous, before they slowly slide open and I zip into the night.
The guards stop following me once I'm some 30 feet into the forest, but I keep running until I can't anymore. I have a notion, in the dream, that I am inside a book. This story is already written, and I am just going through the motions. I even get the feeling that I've read this book before and that I know very soon I am going to get lost in the woods - and sure enough, I do.
There is some break in the story here, where I can't remember what happened, but the next thing I know there is a bow and arrows strapped to my back and 3 other people around me and I'm saying, "Keep a look-out for anything we can eat. Berries, nuts, game," and they are nodding in assent. The only thing we have to eat currently, is a bag of the same nuts I had put in my bread, in a leather bag attached to the belt of one of the people to my right.
We forge ahead, deeper into the woods. We are not only lost; we have no place to go.
Suddenly, everything around us changes, the trees melt together and the shapes around us shift until they reform into a different part of the forest. The government has done this. This is their forest and if they have anything to say about it, we are never getting out alive.
End
First off, let me say that I just read The Hunger Games and I have the sneaking suspicion that this permeated into my dream. I dreamed that I was in a movie theater, but the theater was screening a movie that the government wanted us to see. We were all to sit in on a screening of this movie, that I don't know the name of. The people in the room with me were all part of the place I lived, and we were all m a l n o u r i s h e d because of the government and the state of things in our society was poor at best. Most of the people around me, I believe, were people around my age.
I had a piece of bread with me in the theater, made illegally, with this delicious type of nut that someone had found and given to me to put into a piece of bread. I made it and handed it out sneakily to the people around me, who were very grateful even for a mouthful. The movie was beginning - and now was my chance.
I got up and sneaked out of the theater, avoiding the many government-issued guards stationed around to keep us in line. I somehow make it onto an elevator and out on another floor before I'm spotted, but then all hell breaks loose and there are guards after me left and right. I'm running around like crazy through this maze of rooms, before I finally skid in front of an exit. I think for a moment, that the crystal-clear glass sliding doors seem preposterous, before they slowly slide open and I zip into the night.
The guards stop following me once I'm some 30 feet into the forest, but I keep running until I can't anymore. I have a notion, in the dream, that I am inside a book. This story is already written, and I am just going through the motions. I even get the feeling that I've read this book before and that I know very soon I am going to get lost in the woods - and sure enough, I do.
There is some break in the story here, where I can't remember what happened, but the next thing I know there is a bow and arrows strapped to my back and 3 other people around me and I'm saying, "Keep a look-out for anything we can eat. Berries, nuts, game," and they are nodding in assent. The only thing we have to eat currently, is a bag of the same nuts I had put in my bread, in a leather bag attached to the belt of one of the people to my right.
We forge ahead, deeper into the woods. We are not only lost; we have no place to go.
Suddenly, everything around us changes, the trees melt together and the shapes around us shift until they reform into a different part of the forest. The government has done this. This is their forest and if they have anything to say about it, we are never getting out alive.
End
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
The Appearance of my Shadow
"Everyone carries a shadow," Jung wrote, "and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is." Jung also believed that "in spite of its function as a reservoir for human darkness—or perhaps because of this—the shadow is the seat of creativity."; so that for some, it may be, 'the dark side of his being, his sinister shadow...represents the true spirit of life as against the arid scholar'.
That being said: onto my dream.
I was in a room, at my parents house (though it wasn't a real room). It was sparse with furnishings, in fact, I noted none at all (though I wasn't looking, really). The dream was quick. My mother was standing near the only entrance to the room and I wasn't talking to anyone, though there were many people in the room. Suddenly, someone enters the room and begins a short conversation with my mother. As I peered closer, I realized that the person that had just entered was... me. Upon noticing her, my doppelganger cast a sideways look at me and smiled in a way that was nearly sinister - a glint in her eyes, as if she were up to no good.
All I could do was stare blankly with my mouth agape for a few moments. In those precious seconds, my other self made her excuses and then turned and ran back through the doorway. I climbed over my shock and took off after... myself, only to find that she was much faster, much more tricky than I.
I lost her, that clever clone.
That being said: onto my dream.
I was in a room, at my parents house (though it wasn't a real room). It was sparse with furnishings, in fact, I noted none at all (though I wasn't looking, really). The dream was quick. My mother was standing near the only entrance to the room and I wasn't talking to anyone, though there were many people in the room. Suddenly, someone enters the room and begins a short conversation with my mother. As I peered closer, I realized that the person that had just entered was... me. Upon noticing her, my doppelganger cast a sideways look at me and smiled in a way that was nearly sinister - a glint in her eyes, as if she were up to no good.
All I could do was stare blankly with my mouth agape for a few moments. In those precious seconds, my other self made her excuses and then turned and ran back through the doorway. I climbed over my shock and took off after... myself, only to find that she was much faster, much more tricky than I.
I lost her, that clever clone.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Monkey?
I don't even know where I was, but I went "out back", out this green door (an industrial area, not residential). Out there there was pretty much nothing, just some patio chairs and concrete. Maybe I was on break at work. Anyway, so out of the corner of my eye, I see movement underneath one of the patio chairs, so I look under there and its a freaking baby monkey! I swear, my imagination is amazing, because it was so realistic, this little monkey. So, I have a bunch of little veggie/fruit snacks like grapes, grape tomatoes, and some other stuff (for whatever random reason).
So I commenced in the luring of the monkey, and I eventually get close enough to pick him up by the armpits and he clings to me, on my hip, like a little baby. So I have my computer suddenly? I take a bunch of pictures with me and the monkey on my computer's built in video camera, before the cute baby monkey gets too s q u i r m y and I have to put it down. But it was pretty sweet. Wild baby monkey!
Then I had a dream about my ex, Joe, where he came to my house just to drop off a "hate package". This included a bunch of onions, tomatoes (both of which I hate), and some letter than explained that this random guy I know, Clint, has a sex addiction (out of place and random, yes). I threw the chopped up onions through the window of his giant SUV and called it a day.
But seriously... that monkey was sweet.
Some interpretations:
To see a monkey in your dream, symbolizes deceit, insight and intuition. Those around you are working to advance their own interest. Alternatively, monkeys indicate an immature attitude, a playful nature and the mischievous side of your personality.
alternate for monkey: One who is not under your control. Qualities of a monkey applied to a person as an excuse for their behavior.
To dream that you are feeding a monkey, means betrayal by someone whom you thought cared about your interests.
To see or eat grapes in your dream, represent wealth and prosperity. In the end, your hard work will pay off and you will be rewarded for your labor. Alternatively, grapes refer to immortality and sacrifices.
To see a tomato in your dream, symbolizes domestic happiness and harmony.
To see or eat onions in your dream, represent the multitude of layers that you need to get through in order to unveil what is really underneath. You need to dig a little deeper into a situation or problem. The dream may be a metaphor for some revelation.
So I commenced in the luring of the monkey, and I eventually get close enough to pick him up by the armpits and he clings to me, on my hip, like a little baby. So I have my computer suddenly? I take a bunch of pictures with me and the monkey on my computer's built in video camera, before the cute baby monkey gets too s q u i r m y and I have to put it down. But it was pretty sweet. Wild baby monkey!
Then I had a dream about my ex, Joe, where he came to my house just to drop off a "hate package". This included a bunch of onions, tomatoes (both of which I hate), and some letter than explained that this random guy I know, Clint, has a sex addiction (out of place and random, yes). I threw the chopped up onions through the window of his giant SUV and called it a day.
But seriously... that monkey was sweet.
Some interpretations:
To see a monkey in your dream, symbolizes deceit, insight and intuition. Those around you are working to advance their own interest. Alternatively, monkeys indicate an immature attitude, a playful nature and the mischievous side of your personality.
alternate for monkey: One who is not under your control. Qualities of a monkey applied to a person as an excuse for their behavior.
To dream that you are feeding a monkey, means betrayal by someone whom you thought cared about your interests.
To see or eat grapes in your dream, represent wealth and prosperity. In the end, your hard work will pay off and you will be rewarded for your labor. Alternatively, grapes refer to immortality and sacrifices.
To see a tomato in your dream, symbolizes domestic happiness and harmony.
To see or eat onions in your dream, represent the multitude of layers that you need to get through in order to unveil what is really underneath. You need to dig a little deeper into a situation or problem. The dream may be a metaphor for some revelation.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Purse Snatcher
So I went to sleep at a reasonable hour, but I kept waking up (after what seemed like a really long time) every 3 hours or so. Even though I was asleep in my own bed that I always sleep in I was really disoriented and alarmed. I woke up and I was like, 'Why is it so dark in here? Where am I? Wtffffff?" Anyway so I know I must have dreamed some weird/alarming stuff, but I can't remember what most of it was. I only remember part of one.
I lost my purse somewhere, a blue and white one, though I was already carrying an additional red and black one (they were identical, but different colors). The blue one had important stuff in it, and I had already gotten on the bus to go somewhere else when I realized it. I think I was at "my college campus" (it wasn't the same at all). So I realize my purse is gone and I'm like damnit, and have to go back to the bus station where I thought I left it, and it was gone. "Gone!? PURSE THIEVES!" I announce, my eyes narrowed in suspicion.
It is only logical, at this point, that I would search each individual person walking on campus and see if I can find my purse. So help them if I find them!
My dream is efficient at least, in that I find a girl carrying a purse that looks suspiciously like mine relatively quickly. I approach my prey.
"Hey there, just curious... where did you get that purse."
Blank stare.
"Because it looks REALLY similar to mine and mine just got stolen..." Menacing, I know.
Shifty glance. "I.... found it by the train station..." She says guiltily.
(in my mind, at this point train station = bus station where I think I left it, and I don't really think into it anymore because all I want to to do is beat ass)
Proceed to elaborate fight scene where I beat her up (includes sweet two feet kick, in slow mo, don't worry).
I CLAIM MY PURSE BACK!
I OPEN IT!
.....................ehhhhh it's not mine after all, and its empty :(
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Some interpretations:
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To see or carry a purse in your dream, represents secrets, desires and thoughts which are being closely held and guarded. It symbolizes your identity and sense of self. Consider also the condition of the purse for indications of your state of mind and feelings.
To dream that you lost your purse, denotes loss of power and control. You may have lost touch with your real identity. If you find a purse, then it represents a renewed sense of self.
To dream that you are at the bus station, suggests that you have reached some new level or stage in your emotional or physical life.
I lost my purse somewhere, a blue and white one, though I was already carrying an additional red and black one (they were identical, but different colors). The blue one had important stuff in it, and I had already gotten on the bus to go somewhere else when I realized it. I think I was at "my college campus" (it wasn't the same at all). So I realize my purse is gone and I'm like damnit, and have to go back to the bus station where I thought I left it, and it was gone. "Gone!? PURSE THIEVES!" I announce, my eyes narrowed in suspicion.
It is only logical, at this point, that I would search each individual person walking on campus and see if I can find my purse. So help them if I find them!
My dream is efficient at least, in that I find a girl carrying a purse that looks suspiciously like mine relatively quickly. I approach my prey.
"Hey there, just curious... where did you get that purse."
Blank stare.
"Because it looks REALLY similar to mine and mine just got stolen..." Menacing, I know.
Shifty glance. "I.... found it by the train station..." She says guiltily.
(in my mind, at this point train station = bus station where I think I left it, and I don't really think into it anymore because all I want to to do is beat ass)
Proceed to elaborate fight scene where I beat her up (includes sweet two feet kick, in slow mo, don't worry).
I CLAIM MY PURSE BACK!
I OPEN IT!
.....................ehhhhh it's not mine after all, and its empty :(
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Some interpretations:
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To see or carry a purse in your dream, represents secrets, desires and thoughts which are being closely held and guarded. It symbolizes your identity and sense of self. Consider also the condition of the purse for indications of your state of mind and feelings.
To dream that you lost your purse, denotes loss of power and control. You may have lost touch with your real identity. If you find a purse, then it represents a renewed sense of self.
To see an empty purse, represents feelings of insecurity or vulnerability.
To dream that someone is stealing something from you, indicates that you are experiencing an identity crisis or are suffering from some sort of loss in your life.
To dream that you are at the bus station, suggests that you have reached some new level or stage in your emotional or physical life.
To dream that you are riding a bus, implies that you are going along with the crowd. You are lacking originality and control over where your life is taking.
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