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similar dreams, eh? dreams like this bother me. i'll have to ask you about my stolen candy dream sometime mrgreen

there are some things you should know, i guess. i'm afraid of guns, so afraid of guns. i was not, however, afraid of the gun in this dream. it was immediate and i knew he was there and i turned anyway. it was almost like when you're sitting alone and someone comes in quietly and you think to yourself "oh, its you." i do have trust issues with men; i have an intense fear of angry/violent men. he didn't seem angry though. and, i don't usually have dreams like this. i have never died in a dream before, i have never had a gun in my dream. i have never had an african man in my dream before. i have never dreampt explicitly of a ghost (i have had dreams of ghosts, but they were unregonizable). this man had a beard and a sock hat and a ring.

before i died, while i was running, i felt a sort of freedom. like the typical "running through the fields in may" freedom. almost akin to innocence. i would say naiveity, but...i wasn't unaware. maybe it was more that i didn't care? that sounds about right. it was like all the sudden in a flash i was being chased and i stopped instantly and then i turned and blah blah. when i turned it was like i was suddenly underwater; everything went in slow motion. i knew what was going to happen; i knew that my running was over. as i got shot, i felt a coolness all over my body, like being outside when its just a little chilly and you need a jacket. i feel like i should know who the man is, like i've seen him before.

hmmm...that is one crazy dream. i'd say that it probably has something to do with your fears and your belief in yourself (maybe you have too much courage), or perhaps something to do with your attempting things to the point of excess and insanity. perhaps the cracking of your shield (and your ignoring it) has to do wtih your mental defenses; though they are weak, you trudge on anyway? but i don't really know.

you know something really, really weird, though?
i don't know if this counts as a dream, but i think i've heard of it before.

so one night, i'm lying in bed and i hear a low flying airplane. nothing too unusual, but it seemed too low, dangerously low. all at once, i was terrified. utterly terrified that i would die. it just felt like i was going to die, right then. as my terror deepened, i found that i was unable to move at all. (i don't know where i would have gone, but i couldn't go anywhere). i just lay there, thinking that really i was going to die right then, and i started to think about my life, about how i am. currently i'm in transition from one person to the next, leaving the husk behind and trying to fill another one. i just thought to myself: what if i die now? i can't die now, can't. i'm not finished with my transition, not finished. i think...maybe it was sort of a "you're moving too slow, pick it up" kind of thing, but i'm not sure.

has anyone else ever had these sorts of paralysis things? i can't say that i was really asleep, but i might have been in stage one or something. i dunno.

Actually, kirio, you were pretty close, it was kind of an over-persistant dream and I've been a bit persistant and (almost maddeningly so) so you were actually pretty close... so you were closer than you think, since after all interpretation is subjective and difficult.

Ahh the power of eloquence, plus a good interpreter! xd

Ok, hear me out here, I'm not great with dream interpretation... but here goes. Ahh, the classic love dream. It comes in many forms, and I'm no stranger to the weird with-your-crush dreams. But about half of the dream was your romantic musings over the crush. Fire=classic romancey dream part, if you wanna get kind of classic. Dancing... Well you didn't want your cousin there (typical) and you wanted a semi-romantic setting... the water thing, well, I don't know, but that's the best I've noticed... and the kiss, well, that happens a lot in romance dreams, and is only really a symbol of love/wanted love. Meh, that's about it.

well Gatta pretty much said all of what i would have said. i'll take a guess, though, at the water. well, we know that fire generally means passion or love (especially in a romantic dream), and if you're trying to put it out and it's just not working, it may be like....you're trying to quell your emotions but you can't; they still burn and affect you. considering that someone was telling you to try harder to put it out, you may feel pressured by others to do it. I really can't tell you about the overflowing thing, unless it has something to do with abundance or latent inhibition, which it might.

there's my guess with it mrgreen

Now, the dream starts off with a house. This is no ordinary house. It's haunted by every person who's ever died or been killed in it and a few demons as well. Why are they haunting this house? Well, this house is cursed. Any person who dies in, or is killed in, this house belongs to the Devil after death. Also, their spirits have to stay in the house until the end of time. Thankfully, only evil people are attracted to live in this house and, if a good person should somehow find his or her way to it, the ghosts and demons scare him or her off.

So, my longtime roommate decided that he wanted to live in the house. The rent was great for such a big place. My roommate was also not a good person; he was far from it. For whatever reason, I still cared for him as a friend and against my better judgment, moved into the house with him. Instantly, I saw the ghosts and demons. I freaked out. I wanted to leave immediately. But, he refused. The rent was far too good to pass up, he insisted. I hated living there, but I didn't want to find a new roommate, so I stayed.

One day, one of the ghosts managed to pick up a baseball and throw it at a window my roommate was standing near. Glass shrapnel was flying at him. I somehow had the agility to jump in the way of the glass before it ever hit him. I died. He lived. Upon seeing my lifeless copse, he freaked out. He ran for the hills, never to come back.

Meanwhile, I was with the evil spirits and demons. They looked a little annoyed and explained that they hadn't meant to kill me. They'd meant to kill my roommate. However, it didn't matter either way to them. I had to do what they did now. I was one of them. I insisted that I was not. I told them I didn't want to do what they did. I was good. I didn't want to be like them. They told me I had to. I had no choice. They began to come towards me as if to attack me.

At that point I panicked and Catholic instinct kicked in. I did the Sign of the Cross, spoke my Lord's name loudly, said the guardian angel prayer, and asked for Saint Michael the Archangel to pray for me. I was crying out the names of the Holy Trinity at the top of my lungs. Nothing was working. They kept coming. I was terrified. Something told me that it was not working because I was one of them, and couldn't use those prayers against them. I didn't want to believe that, so I kept praying.

Suddenly, I heard a voice below me, soft at first, but them louder, stronger. It was a girl's voice, and she was echoing my prayers, whether she knew it or not. I felt myself being sucked through the floor onto the floor below me. I saw the spirits and demons being sucked down as well. We were soon at her level. She was behind me, facing them (though I don't think she saw them), and praying the Sign of the Cross. The demons hissed and the evil spirits looked a bit scared. When she got to the guardian angel prayer, a beautiful woman appeared behind her. She was in a shimmering ballroom gown with her beautiful brown hair done up in a bun. Her white wings spread out from her back. She stepped in front of the girl and stretched out her hand, which was holding a staff with some sort of orb at the end. From that orb came a bright light which shone all over us. Many of the evil spirits and weak demons ran, scared of the light. But, the angrier stronger demons and spirits stayed, practically growling at this guardian angel. The angel seemed a little unsure and looked to her ward, the girl. The girl was unfazed by this occurrence, as if she hadn't seen it. She said the Saint Michael the Archangel prayer confidently. From behind her, a door opened. From it poured a blinding light. I couldn't see for a few seconds. When I finally could, it was due to the fact that I was in Saint Michael's shadow. He was standing in front of me in all his glory. He looked stern and seemed like he meant business. Saint Michael strode over to the demons and evil spirits and grabbed them by the scruffs of their necks and walked them over to a door. He opened it. Inside the door was darkness in its most complete form. It didn't seem like light was able to shine in that darkness. He threw them in. Then, he turned and looked to me. (By this time the girl and her guardian angel had disappeared.)

When he looked at me, it seemed like the same look he gave them. I panicked. I didn't want to go to hell. I pleaded with him. I begged. It old him I didn't want to go to hell and, that I wasn't even supposed to have been killed. I got on my knees for him and I was hysterically pleading. He didn't seem to be affected and was looking at me emotionlessly. I was desperate. I prostrated myself before him and begged and cried. I felt his hand on my shoulder, pulling me up slightly until I was simply kneeling and not prostrated before him. He looked at me in the eyes and gave a look of sadness and pity. Then he said, "Stay here", turned, and went back into the door to heaven leaving me kneeling in a middle of that empty room.

I woke up, crying on my pillow.