Little Baron
Does anybody here interpret dreams? If so, can you help me with this one?
It was probably just a nightmare of sorts but there was so many similar kinds of imagery that I wanted to know if anyone could help me figure it out. I have just woken from it quite startled, so I am going to try and get the main elements down as quickly as I can. Apologies if it seems a bit disjointed. I just don't want to forget the details half way through.
The earlier part of my dream was in my old college where I was with my Swedish friend Malou. We study at university together now but at that college, we studied too and that was where we met. To move around the college, we had to squeeze through the smallest holes and tunnels that our bodies could barely fit through. These tunnels were inside the walls, went up slopes, round corners and in some places had inward opening doors that we would have to shuffle back to open. Once inside, it was very claustraphobic. Once out at the end of one of the tunnels, I became stuck, even though Malou had freed herself. I couldn't push myself out even though I was aware that I probably could do it I tried. Somehow, something was stopping me and people had to be called to help pull me out, even though they couldn't. I do remember, funnily enough, that we had been on our way to the library because I knew there were some extremely 'huge' Rider Waite cards there and I wanted to reserve them. We couldn't find the library and ended up in the wrong place. While stuck at the end of the hole, I knew that to actually leave the college, there was more tunnels to travel through, that were equally tight. I knew that these tunnels were in the fashion departnent. Both Malou and I study fashion at the moment.
The next part of the dream became stranger for me. I was travelling home to my parents house. It was mid-morning, as it is now, as I write. The front's of all of the houses were absolutely stocked with flowers. As I walked along, a massive bed of flowers were the most powerful of blue and everywhere else that I looked, I could see that colour tainting my vision. As I got nearer to my parents house and began to walk towards the front path, the flowers there were so large. I remember thinking that they were so big that you could fit a human inside of them. There were so many that I had to carefully step around them to get to the front door.
Once inside my house, I looked in the mirror. For some reason, I was undressed. I turned in profile and put my arms out to embrace something. In my reflection, I was embracing a cloan of myself. We both stood there together looking out from the reflection, even though I knew that there was nobody physically in my arms. I was shocked by the vision and went down stairs to sleep on the sofa. While asleep in my dream, occasionally I would awake. The first time was to see my reflection again; this time in my pillow. My face in the relection of the pillow showed a bit scar on my cheek. In my dream, I startled and realised that this couldn't really happen.
During this sofa sleep, I heard noises. I remember thinking about my mother. Yesterday, she had told me that a woman was raped nearby and I started to worry. The sky outside had turned from sunny to a really dark purple and clouds filled the sky. I decided that I would meet her from work to make sure she was safe. At that point, she walked into the dining room, where I was. I was instantly pleased that she was home. She said that she had arrived home while I was asleep on the sofa and had come home from work early because she was unwell. As we spoke, a second 'Mum' cloan came up from behind her. I screamed. She looked behind but couldn't see the second version of herself. At that point I started to go into convulsions and couldn't speak. I was trying to explain what was there but couldn't get the words out and she was getting paniced because she couldn't understand. I picked up a peice of fruit from the dining room fruit bowl and threw it at the second mother. It hit her on the fore head but she didn't scream. My real mother did and it marked her face. Still not being able to talk I grabbed the second mother and the first one (the real one) felt it. I tapped the cloans wrist and my mother could feel it on her own. I wanted to show her what was happening, even though she could not see the cloan of herself standing in the kitchen.
I woke up from the dream at this point, compelled to note all of this down. You guys were the ones I wanted to tell, even though you probably think I am a complete lunatic now. I often have vivid dreams but this seemed a little more potent and I wanted to see if anybody could understand the symbolism.
I apologise if this is posted in the wrong thread. I frantically searched through the thread headings to see if there was one on dream interpretation and this seemed the closest. I didn't want to forget the dream and wanted to get the details down as quickly as possible. Oh, one more thing ... the tarot card I saw in the 'large' Rider Waite deck was 'The Ace of Pentacles'. I had also picked a small white rose from the front garden and taken it into the house as I entered.
Hope someone can help me with this and feel free to move it if you think another thread is more appropriate.
Best wishes from a 'little shaky' Yaboot
It was probably just a nightmare of sorts but there was so many similar kinds of imagery that I wanted to know if anyone could help me figure it out. I have just woken from it quite startled, so I am going to try and get the main elements down as quickly as I can. Apologies if it seems a bit disjointed. I just don't want to forget the details half way through.
The earlier part of my dream was in my old college where I was with my Swedish friend Malou. We study at university together now but at that college, we studied too and that was where we met. To move around the college, we had to squeeze through the smallest holes and tunnels that our bodies could barely fit through. These tunnels were inside the walls, went up slopes, round corners and in some places had inward opening doors that we would have to shuffle back to open. Once inside, it was very claustraphobic. Once out at the end of one of the tunnels, I became stuck, even though Malou had freed herself. I couldn't push myself out even though I was aware that I probably could do it I tried. Somehow, something was stopping me and people had to be called to help pull me out, even though they couldn't. I do remember, funnily enough, that we had been on our way to the library because I knew there were some extremely 'huge' Rider Waite cards there and I wanted to reserve them. We couldn't find the library and ended up in the wrong place. While stuck at the end of the hole, I knew that to actually leave the college, there was more tunnels to travel through, that were equally tight. I knew that these tunnels were in the fashion departnent. Both Malou and I study fashion at the moment.
The next part of the dream became stranger for me. I was travelling home to my parents house. It was mid-morning, as it is now, as I write. The front's of all of the houses were absolutely stocked with flowers. As I walked along, a massive bed of flowers were the most powerful of blue and everywhere else that I looked, I could see that colour tainting my vision. As I got nearer to my parents house and began to walk towards the front path, the flowers there were so large. I remember thinking that they were so big that you could fit a human inside of them. There were so many that I had to carefully step around them to get to the front door.
Once inside my house, I looked in the mirror. For some reason, I was undressed. I turned in profile and put my arms out to embrace something. In my reflection, I was embracing a cloan of myself. We both stood there together looking out from the reflection, even though I knew that there was nobody physically in my arms. I was shocked by the vision and went down stairs to sleep on the sofa. While asleep in my dream, occasionally I would awake. The first time was to see my reflection again; this time in my pillow. My face in the relection of the pillow showed a bit scar on my cheek. In my dream, I startled and realised that this couldn't really happen.
During this sofa sleep, I heard noises. I remember thinking about my mother. Yesterday, she had told me that a woman was raped nearby and I started to worry. The sky outside had turned from sunny to a really dark purple and clouds filled the sky. I decided that I would meet her from work to make sure she was safe. At that point, she walked into the dining room, where I was. I was instantly pleased that she was home. She said that she had arrived home while I was asleep on the sofa and had come home from work early because she was unwell. As we spoke, a second 'Mum' cloan came up from behind her. I screamed. She looked behind but couldn't see the second version of herself. At that point I started to go into convulsions and couldn't speak. I was trying to explain what was there but couldn't get the words out and she was getting paniced because she couldn't understand. I picked up a peice of fruit from the dining room fruit bowl and threw it at the second mother. It hit her on the fore head but she didn't scream. My real mother did and it marked her face. Still not being able to talk I grabbed the second mother and the first one (the real one) felt it. I tapped the cloans wrist and my mother could feel it on her own. I wanted to show her what was happening, even though she could not see the cloan of herself standing in the kitchen.
I woke up from the dream at this point, compelled to note all of this down. You guys were the ones I wanted to tell, even though you probably think I am a complete lunatic now. I often have vivid dreams but this seemed a little more potent and I wanted to see if anybody could understand the symbolism.
I apologise if this is posted in the wrong thread. I frantically searched through the thread headings to see if there was one on dream interpretation and this seemed the closest. I didn't want to forget the dream and wanted to get the details down as quickly as possible. Oh, one more thing ... the tarot card I saw in the 'large' Rider Waite deck was 'The Ace of Pentacles'. I had also picked a small white rose from the front garden and taken it into the house as I entered.
Hope someone can help me with this and feel free to move it if you think another thread is more appropriate.
Best wishes from a 'little shaky' Yaboot