No - I share dreams (and like to hear others) because it's mind-blowing entertainment. I mean the way the human imagaination can't be restrained even while sleeping is amazing. I'm saying the interpretation (what the dream ingredients really mean) is very much hit-or-miss.
Is it the dream where you see yourself standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you?
Which reminds me of one of the thmese I gforgot to mention - public urination! I keep dreaming I can't find a working men's room at work, or that I have to squeeze thru a maze to get to one, or that it's too crowded, or that it's wide open and I'm "on display" when I piss.
I have a few recurring dreams. In one, I'm traveling north. Sometimes it's through mountains, other times it's through rolling hills. I don't ever really know exactly why I'm taking the trip but everything along the journey seems very familar somehow. Sometimes I think I'm going to visit evenflow and Aenea, other times it seems as if I'm going someplace else. Nearly every time I have the dream, I end up in a little tourist-type town that's set in some hills. I don't think I've ever made it to my destination. Another one involves me finding a military scrap yard and wandering through it, looking at the old abandoned vehicles and trying to figure a way to acquire them. Sometimes the scrap yard is open to the public, other times its on the outskirts of a military base and, by entering it, I'm trespassing. I still do it anyway, though. The other one is sort of a combination of the two, where I'm taking a trip somewhere and I stop in some seedy little town and discover a massive porn store. It's as big as a shopping center, but it's run down, seedy and seems dangerous. I still walk around and check it out, though.
Well some are better than others. A different state of consciousness to be sure. Seems the higher functions of the human mind must shut down for hours a day everyday. Some claim that during the downtime random neurons still fire, and the sleeping mind interpreting these random firings are what dreams are made of.
Your dream indicates that in the waking world you do not feel 'in control'. Perhaps you are having some communication difficulites with your loved ones/co-workers, or even a church if you belong to one. Sometimes activities can become over-whelming if they come on too sudden. You sleep patterns also indicate some high anxiety going on. Questions you might want to ask yourself are: Do I have healthy boundaries set for myself? Are my boundaries being respected? If not, by whom? Why? What can I do to remedy this? I hope things get better for you. Try to remember that a house/car in a dream usually is an indicator of your "self". Take ownership of yourself. Let no one tower over you. ((hugs))
OK. New one last night: Forget all the details, but I'm friends with someone and their young child is missing. So while they're dealing with that I'm watching their other boy--who looks pretty much like me, around 5-6 years old. We're in a park and he has to go to the bathroom. I can see the restroom building from where I am, so I let him go then he is missing. I think at this point they've found the first kid, but they're pretty pissed at me for losing the other one. That said, there was some sort of narrator that said the second kid would turn out OK.
I myself am married (AKA doing "hard time") with a 17 year old daughter still at home. Any sense of self, dignity, or control has been relinquished years ago. Theoretically I should be dreaming of houses and vehicles every night.... Son-of-a-bitch.....I DO dream about vehicles + houses nearly every night. Whoa........my head just exploded! Yes dear.....I'll mop up my brains right away.
Do I have healthy boundaries set for myself? I admit I'm fairly unreasonable about boundaries Are my boundaries being respected? never, and I understand it's sometimes because I'm too picky. If not, by whom? Why? What can I do to remedy this? Firearms. Definitely. (I'm kidding, FBI monitors!)
It wasn't, like, Waylon Jennings from "The Dukes of Hazzard" (although that would be tits). It was sort of a cross between Sam Elliot in "The Big Lebowski" and grown-up Fred Savage from "The Wonder Years."
Dreamt last night of a decaying small town in permanent twilight. The people were the dregs of humanity, filthy and insane. Wandering the streets were sins personified. The town had a large and rusty trainyard full of thugs, shades, monsters, and the last few survivors were hiding and then killed on one of the cars. I managed to escape, warping throygh the trainyard and the smalltown, past this metal complex of pathways and gratings, getting killed by something on the other side of the town. The weird thing is, it degenerated to this from a O Brother, Where art Thou escape and hiding. We escaped into an empty field down the road a few miles and found one large plant which we ate part of, it tasted like caramel milk and we divided it unevenly and made it even. The next part involved a large schoolhouse or hospital with loose cloth walls, and from there it slowly turned darker and grittier, including this sick little boy I had to carry who kept saying crazed, Delusional things. From there it dissolved to the town and trainyard. I died, and after a videogame "welcome to hell" screen I was in a small, dark city with neon signs everywhere. It didnt seem so bad, better than the place id died in. After a little while, i got into a car with no driver and sat in the backseat talking to this girl in a red dress with sideways lips tattooed on her back, then woke up.
For some reason last night I was forced to walk home from the airshow at Olde Rhinebeck in NY state. It's a 2-hour drive. I was wearing glasses instead of contacts and having trouble seeing well. I was so tired I was crawling part of the time through course gravel and crying.
I have a lot of dreams where weird things happen to my body. Like one where pot roast fell out of my wrist and I ate it again (it was yummy! but autocannibalism . . . ) This morning I dreamt that I had eaten some brand-name food, and a few days later it had caused my leg hair to grow in thick and when I looked closely, each hair spelled out the brand name in cursive. It was supposedly to remind you to buy more of the food. That would have been product placement gone horribly wrong.
