Dreams Shared: Adventures, Cheese Pigs and More

[Huckleberry]

Oh Goody, Dream interpretations! These are always so much fun.

Hmm, it never occurred to me that the dream could have something to do with a car accident. Let's see... what experiences have I had with cars? When I was about 10 years old my friend and I were in a little car accident. His mother was driving us somewhere and a car hit us from behind. He got whiplash and his sister got her braces stuck on something. I always thought that was weird. My friend has not been in an accident since, although his sister was in a serious car accident several years ago.

I spent about two years driving around the country off and on. Lots of close calls and weird things happened during that time.

At the time I had the dream I didn't have a car. I had donated my old car an 88 Ford EXP. I do remember I was walking to school one day during the middle of winter and I was about to cross the road. I had just taken one step in front of a pick-up and the SUV behind him didn't stop for some reason. Could have been ice, or maybe he wasn't paying attention. He collided with the pick-up truck pretty hard. I don't remember seeing the collision coming, but for some reason I stepped back so fast I hadn't even registered the sound of the accident yet. The pick-up rolled right over where I was and missed me by inches. I checked to make sure everyone was alright. The guy in the SUV got out of his car. The guy in the pick-up looked like he might have hurt his neck, but he seemed like he didn't have any serious injuries. So I just walked to school, a bit upset at bad drivers. That incident and the dream could have been close to each other in time.

My brother-in-law has also been in a serious accident. One of his friends died and the 4 drunk teenagers in the other car all died. He was in a hospital for weeks and will probably have to walk with a cane for the rest of his life.

All this car talk reminds me of the time my uncle ran over himself. It would be a funny story if it wasn't so sad. He's okay btw.

What do the images remind me of? I'll just say the first thing that comes to my mind now. The dream is quite old. I might have said something completely different at the time.

The clothes remind me of my navy coveralls. I did a lot of painting and I hated ruining a good pair of coveralls and having to walk around in ratty paint-covered ones for a long time before I could get another pair.

The color of the paint seemed wrong to me. I think it was supposed to be white like the cieling, but it wouldn't come out right.

The tree reminds me of a family tree cut short. The tree was dead but it still stood. I felt it should have been cut at the base of the trunk. Didn't make sense to leave a dead tree around, especially when it blocks the view from the window.

I miss anything?

What about chasing dreams? I've had a recurring dream where I am chased by lions. There are a few different versions of this dream. The first few times it was one lion. I remember running through a pine forest. The lion was faster and stronger than I was. I wasn't running on the ground. I was leaping from tree to tree. I found that if I changed direction frequently I could outmaneuver the lion.

In another version of this dream there were two lions chasing me. They were always on opposite sides so no matter which way I leapt there was a lion there waiting for me. And they seemed faster than they were before. I felt that if I didn't think fast and if I slipped even once they would be right on top of me. I couldn't get away from them so I had to come up with a new tactic. I would grab the top of a tree and swing around on it to completely change direction. The lions could grab the trees and it took them a lot longer to turn around. By doing this I could avoid them, but couldn't really go anywhere.

 

[zoobyshoe]

The lions represent a person, or kind of person you find to be threatening. The number of lions in the dream represent the number of times you have been threatened by this person, or type of person. You've developed short term evasive tactics to deal with them, but don't yet know how to avoid being threatened by them altogether.

 

[zoobyshoe]

"I did a lot of painting and I hated ruining a good pair of coveralls and having to walk around in ratty paint-covered ones for a long time before I could get another pair."

"The tree reminds me of a family tree cut short. The tree was dead but it still stood. I felt it should have been cut at the base of the trunk. Didn't make sense to leave a dead tree around, especially when it blocks the view from the window."

These two elements, then, ruining good clothes with paint, and the tree trunk, are pretty much literal memories, not much disguised for the dream.

 

[Huckleberry]

Darn, I was hoping for something more exciting. I always enjoy a good story.

 

[Danger]

Darn, I was hoping for something more exciting.

Well, get to work and dream up a new one.

 

[JamesU]

This was a weird dream that I had once:


Me and my friends were in the back of a pickup truck. We didn't know the driver or his passenger, and they didn't know us. We drove down the street and there was a building, with lots of glass, windows, doors, but the glass was gold-colored and you couldn't see through it. The truck went inside, but it was now some kind of cart, like a mining cart, and the driver was gone.

Then, the cart was gone, it didn't stop, and we didn't get out, it was gone, we were onthe ground. The carpet was some multi-colored carpet with an odd design. The colors didn't really seem like colors and the design didn't look like anything in particular.

We were near the other side of the building and we went inside a store(inside the building, like an airport) The store manager wouldn't let us leave and he said we had to stay there forever. He also gave an item to each of my friends and me, our pick from his shelves.

My pick was something like a golden egg. (don't ask me why, that's zoobyshoe's job) Then, we were out of the store, finally at the other end of the building. There was a lady that said we could go, but the real world wasn't out there, it was fake.We also couldn't interact with anyone outside, like we didn't really exist. So we stepped through the golden-glass doors. The entire world outside had a slight tint of gold, noticable, but not very strong. Then I woke up

 

[zoobyshoe]

Darn, I was hoping for something more exciting. I always enjoy a good story.

Regardless: expect my bill within two weeks.

 

[JamesU]

Not touching the cheese pigs, eh?

We should genetically engineer a colored pig that seeks cheese...

 

[zoobyshoe]

The colors didn't really seem like colors and the design didn't look like anything in particular.

It is signifigant, somehow, that you noticed and remembered this vaguary. Freud said that the parts of dreams that we spcifically recall as being vague, are vague on purpose. They are things we don't want to remember or face at this point. It could be that during the actual time you were draming these colors and patterns were more explcit.

My pick was something like a golden egg. (don't ask me why, that's zoobyshoe's job)

"Golden egg" to me, says, "killing the goose that laid the golden egg." If you are fully conversant with that story, then the dream might mean that you suspect you used up some resource that might have brought continued returns in the future if you'd been patient.

If you don't know that story, then it depends on what the image of a golden egg means to you personally. Could be anything.

 

[JamesU]

It is signifigant, somehow, that you noticed and remembered this vaguary. Freud said that the parts of dreams that we spcifically recall as being vague, are vague on purpose. They are things we don't want to remember or face at this point. It could be that during the actual time you were draming these colors and patterns were more explcit.

"Golden egg" to me, says, "killing the goose that laid the golden egg." If you are fully conversant with that story, then the dream might mean that you suspect you used up some resource that might have brought continued returns in the future if you'd been patient.

If you don't know that story, then it depends on what the image of a golden egg means to you personally. Could be anything.

I left some stuff out.
The color and design was supposed to be vague, i could tell that much. And the celing was so high you couldn't see it.

About the egg, I remember regretting the egg because all my friends had gotten something better. No I've never heard the golden gg story you speak of

 

[Huckleberry]

Okay, here's one that everyone should get a little entertainment value from.

I was in the front row of a small, dark theatre. It looked like a movie theatre, but there were only about 100 seats if that many. There were lights on the stage, but even that was relatively dark. On the stage were several beautiful women, about 6 or 7. The show started and the leftmost woman came down off the stage and walked up to me.

She came very close to me and we held each other in a sexual position. Everything feminine was coming from this woman and I just couldn't resist. There wasn't supposed to be any actual sex. Each time there was penetration I felt some chastisement from an invisible inaudible director offstage. There was no release.

I somehow became one with this woman. We had one hermaphroditic body, but I only recognized my own prescence in the body. I was now an actor and a part of the play. So I went up on the now empty stage to continue the performance. I was laying down facing the crowd on my back proping myself up with my elbows, just as a person might while sitting on the carpet and watching television. Then Julia Roberts and one other woman who had the impression of being famous came up on the stage and positioned themselves similarly. Julia kept edging closer and closer to me and our shoulders overlapped. I wanted to touch her too.

Then I woke up. Any ideas?

 

[Bladibla]

I dreamt of myself jumping into a volcano.

Woke myself with it.

 

[icvotria]

What do fish mean? I dreamt of fish in two separate dreams last night. In one dream I went to an aquarium,and in the second I moved into a new house and the last resident had left three fish tanks behind. In one of them was a crocodile fish. Maybe I just like fish.

 

[JamesU]

What do fish mean? I dreamt of fish in two separate dreams last night. In one dream I went to an aquarium,and in the second I moved into a new house and the last resident had left three fish tanks behind. In one of them was a crocodile fish. Maybe I just like fish.

It sounds like you dislike fish, ask zoobyshoe.

 

[zoobyshoe]

The meaning of fish in a dream depends on what fish mean to you, or what they remind you of. It may not be fish, in the two dreams you mention, but more specifically aquariums and fish tanks. What aquariums have you visited? Who did you go with? Who that you know has fish tanks.

Alot of dream images and scenarios are composites of several different memories linked by some common element.

 

[icvotria]

In the first one it was like a big treat to go to the aquarium, and I think you're right, it sort of felt like going to the aquarium in London Zoo when I was a kid crossed with going to an aquarium I went to in Bournemouth not so long back and in the next one I was with my mum. I sort of felt guilty in both dreams too. I told my mum about it today and she said dreaming of fish was lucky. Terribly unscientific but I think I'll buy a lottery ticket tomorrow ;)

 

[zoobyshoe]

In the first one it was like a big treat to go to the aquarium, and I think you're right, it sort of felt like going to the aquarium in London Zoo when I was a kid crossed with going to an aquarium I went to in Bournemouth not so long back and in the next one I was with my mum.I sort of felt guilty in both dreams too.[/color] I told my mum about it today and she said dreaming of fish was lucky. Terribly unscientific but I think I'll buy a lottery ticket tomorrow ;)

Never mind the luck. Go fishing in the red zone.

 

[Huckleberry]

Uh oh, no dream interpretation for my last dream.
I wonder what that means?
Zooby didn't see it?
Zooby is tired of analyzing everyone's dreams?
Zooby thinks I might be offended by his interpretation?

 

[zoobyshoe]

No, I read it. Interpreting dreams is no fun, though, unless the sex is disguised as something else.

 

[Huckleberry]

No, I read it. Interpreting dreams is no fun, though, unless the sex is disguised as something else.

All I want is a dream where something isn't pretty much what it appears to be. The silver box / automobile thing was interesting.

Oh well, guess I'll have to dream up some more interesting dreams before zooby really does get tired of me asking.

 

[zoobyshoe]

All I want is a dream where something isn't pretty much what it appears to be. The silver box / automobile thing was interesting.

Thing is, like I said to icvotria, my reaction to your images is pretty much meaningless. You are the one who has to dig into what these things remind you of, in order to understand the dream.

I've had what seems to me to be good success using Freud's guidlines on my own dreams. I think he really uncovered some of the authentic dynamics behind dream content.

 

[Huckleberry]

Freud has never been one of my favorites. I've briefly studied his personality theories and, while they are interesting and useful, I think his own hangups may have biased his theory. I find it ironic that by using Freuds own theory many aspects of his life become clear. There is an unrecognized dark side to people and it can sometimes be hard to accept subconscious thoughts with a rational mind. As so many other things, that does not make them either true or untrue. Am I getting into Jung now?

 

[zoobyshoe]

Freud has never been one of my favorites. I've briefly studied his personality theories and, while they are interesting and useful, I think his own hangups may have biased his theory.

There's the rub: you haven't read Freud.

"The few reviews which have appeared in the scientific journals are so full of misconceptions and lack of comprehension that my only possible answer to my critics would be a request that they should read this book over again - or perhaps merely that they should read it!"

Freud in the intro to a later edition of The Interpretation of Dreams.

 

[Huckleberry]

Sounds like something I would be interested in reading. I'll definitely check it out sometime. I don't think it will be as much fun interpreting my own dreams though.

 

[zoobyshoe]

There is an unrecognized dark side to people and it can sometimes be hard to accept subconscious thoughts with a rational mind. As so many other things, that does not make them either true or untrue.

Freud was a pioneer in seeking answers to the question "What's eating at people?" He wasn't out to prove people are unconsciously dark, but that people are unnecessarily tormented by the stuff rattling around in their unconscious.
"...true or untrue" isn't so important because the fact is, people can be greatly bothered by stuff even if it's untrue.

 

[zoobyshoe]

Sounds like something I would be interested in reading. I'll definitely check it out sometime.

I wouldn't reccomend anyone read it unless you're really motivated to find out what this Freud guy actually said. My point was merely that, as with almost all thinkers, there is an absurd gap between the popular notions of what he said, and what he actually said. The popular icon of Freud is a cartoon. The actual Freud was an alarmingly bright, articulate thinker to be reckoned with.

 

[brewnog]

My mate had a dream where I was working as a slave in his snow mine.

 

[Danger]

My mate had a dream where I was working as a slave in his snow mine.

I'd be right careful around him if I were you.

 

[Huckleberry]

travelling dreams

I have a lot of traveling dreams. Many of the locations are the same each time. One is a deserted island that I stop by sometimes when I'm on a ship. It has a nice beach and coconut trees and looks like it would make a nice home for a few people.

Sometimes I am standing on a cliff looking out over a large expanse of water, like a sea. To my right is a gorge and there is water in it. It looks beautiful, yet dangerous. I once saw a picture of hundreds of sharks all gathering at the same place in shallow green/blue water. It reminds me of that, but I didn't see any sharks. To my left is an ancient building. It looks like it is made of bricks and then plastered over with mud and straw. It is a sandy color like the desert around me. The impression I get is that this is an historical place.

Another is a tall tower that stands on a hill inbetween seven cities. One of the cities is San Francisco. Often the dreams start with me in one of these cities. It is always the same place. It is a bad part of town and I have to be careful what route I take, and I'm trying to get from work to the cathedral tower. There is a bridge that I must cross. Sometimes I even take the train around the city. The stairs to the tower are external and there is no railing. Looking down from the top of the tower makes me feel dizzy, but it is also beautiful.

There is a particular haunted house but I don't remember too much about it. I remember secret passages and forbidden rooms where evil things happened. These dreams are often accompanied by traveling through caves by a river to get to some point.

So the dream I had last night, I was traveling through some part of Asia. I was in a rural seaside village. The water looked all polluted and the people were poor. I wasn't the only tourist here. There was a couple there as well. Some of the villagers accosted travellers when they passed by, demanding money. In order to avoid these people I teamed up with the other two travellers. I also thought it would be a good way to enjoy traveling if I had some company.

So I was talking with these people and they had a schedule of where they wanted to go and when, and where they would stay, and what they wanted to see and do. I didn't exactly scoff at their list, but I felt disdain for it. As we were leaving the village on train I was feeling exuberant and was deciding on where to go next. Somehow I had convinced them to discard their carefully laid plans. I said I always wanted to see Hong Kong, but I wasn't sure what to expect now that it is under Chinese rule. I was looking at a map and trying to decide where I wanted to go. At the same time I felt kind of bad because I was worried about running out of money and having nowhere to go. I felt bad for talking these people out of their plans and involving them in my fate. I didn't want to be alone.

Then I woke up and the song on the radio was "Blinded by the light." Seriously! I felt aimless and useless and unsure about what to do with my life. No sense of purpose or belonging. So I smoked a cigarette and wondered if lung cancer could be considered suicide. And I didn't really care because whether I live or die doesn't really make much difference to anyone.

 

[icvotria]

I'm sure whether you live or die makes a lot of difference to you! And I'm sure it makes a lot of difference to a lot of other people aswell, not least lots of people here at PF. Whenever I'm feeling aimless and worthless and stuff, I always take it as a great excuse to do whatever I please, to have as much fun as I can and follow all my whimsical dreams. I've done loads of spontaneous things following periods like that that I'm really glad I did. Travelling lots is one of them, you should go to Hong Kong!

Incidentally, I woke up yesterday morning worrying about what smoking was doing to my lungs. There's this advert on at the moment with an omlete that's been left in a bell jar for a couple of weeks and it's all black and mouldy and shrivled. I woke up thinking 'that's my lungs!' Yuck. Still can't quit though.