Dreams Central

[Said1]

Good site, lots of interesting interpretation......among other things.


Dream Central

[HagbardCeline]

I had a dream last night that I was Chewabacca and I was ravaging an office building going from room to room turning over tables and throwing papers into the air and screaming like Chewbacca and then I went into the CEO's office and banged her on her desk. (seriously). What does my dream mean? I'm not a starwars nerd either. I've only seen starwars a couple of times.

[Said1]

Wow, that's pretty serious. Honestly, you should head for your nearest mental health clinic before you have a total melt down.

[HagbardCeline]

admin said:

Wow, that's pretty serious. Honestly, you should head for your nearest mental health clinic before you have a total melt down.

"But what does it all mean Basil?"

[Said1]

hagbard said:

admin said:

Wow, that's pretty serious. Honestly, you should head for your nearest mental health clinic before you have a total melt down.

"But what does it all mean Basil?"

Seems like a classic case of frustration stemming from being unable to communicate or the need to vent. You decide.

That'll be $50.00, Senior Celine.

[HagbardCeline]

I've had two new dreams.

In the first one, I was singing karaoke--badly--off of a tv screen like one would usually do, but to an audience of thousands. I remember thinking that the tunes I was singing really sucked, like they were random, obscure euro/tekno tunes or something. The stage I was on was long, not like wide, but long, like a shotgun house. I stopped singing and walked to the far back of the stage where there was a bar. I then proceeded to order a bottle of blueberry juice (can you even buy blueberry juice?) and I dropped to my knees and drank the entire bottle like I was quenching a thirst--the kind you get when you run three miles in the middle of August. Then I woke up.

I had the second dream last night. It's a little darker.

I was a contract killer by profession. One of my best friends growing up--who I only see on holidays--was my partner. Think of John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction. Our job was to obtain an object and kill a family. I recognized the house in the dream as the one my friend actually lives in in real life. My job was to hold the family, a man, a woman, and a little daughter at rifle point while my partner went to another part of the house to get whatever it was that we were supposed to get. I held the gun on them in silence for what seemed like thirty minutes, during which time I thought about all kinds of different things, including all the different positions I might take when I finally shot them so that the least amount of blood would spatter on me and the fact that I didn't really want to kill them because I would feel really bad. Finally, my partner came back into the room and I heard him say, "Ok, let's waste them." So I moved off to the left and turned toward them and aimed. I took my eyes off them for a split second to look at the action on my rifle and when I looked back up, the woman had pulled a pistol on me. I was so startled that I woke up--the start of looking up and seeing her holding the gun in the dream actually gave me an adrenalin rush that I still felt when I woke up.

I swear I actually had these dreams on the last two consecutive nights and every detail is true. Weird huh? I must be sleeping more soundly because my exams are almost over or something.

[Said1]

hagbard said:

I've had two new dreams.

In the first one, I was singing karaoke--badly--off of a tv screen like one would usually do, but to an audience of thousands. I remember thinking that the tunes I was singing really sucked, like they were random, obscure euro/tekno tunes or something. The stage I was on was long, not like wide, but long, like a shotgun house. I stopped singing and walked to the far back of the stage where there was a bar. I then proceeded to order a bottle of blueberry juice (can you even buy blueberry juice?) and I dropped to my knees and drank the entire bottle like I was quenching a thirst--the kind you get when you run three miles in the middle of August. Then I woke up.

I had the second dream last night. It's a little darker.

I was a contract killer by profession. One of my best friends growing up--who I only see on holidays--was my partner. Think of John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction. Our job was to obtain an object and kill a family. I recognized the house in the dream as the one my friend actually lives in in real life. My job was to hold the family, a man, a woman, and a little daughter at rifle point while my partner went to another part of the house to get whatever it was that we were supposed to get. I held the gun on them in silence for what seemed like thirty minutes, during which time I thought about all kinds of different things, including all the different positions I might take when I finally shot them so that the least amount of blood would spatter on me and the fact that I didn't really want to kill them because I would feel really bad. Finally, my partner came back into the room and I heard him say, "Ok, let's waste them." So I moved off to the left and turned toward them and aimed. I took my eyes off them for a split second to look at the action on my rifle and when I looked back up, the woman had pulled a pistol on me. I was so startled that I woke up--the start of looking up and seeing her holding the gun in the dream actually gave me an adrenalin rush that I still felt when I woke up.

I swear I actually had these dreams on the last two consecutive nights and every detail is true. Weird huh? I must be sleeping more soundly because my exams are almost over or something.

Like I said, seek help. For the love of all that's holy GET HELP NOW.

[HagbardCeline]

I have to say. Not very original for someone I think shows a lot of moxy. I thought I'd get a more in-depth analysis Said! Now I'm destined to wander the Earth wondering what in the hell my dreams actually mean.

[Said1]

hagbard said:

I have to say. Not very original for someone I think shows a lot of moxy. I thought I'd get a more in-depth analysis Said! Now I'm destined to wander the Earth wondering what in the hell my dreams actually mean.

Considering your tab is getting painfully high, I thought I'd go easy on you.

Now, try this site, it's pretty good. You have to apply the meanings and symbols yourself. I ain't no Freud
www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/

And while you're at it look up clams. I had a dream I was eating clams and they stuck to my ribs and it hurt - a lot. WTF is that supposed to mean?