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 Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 9:39 pm
I had this one some time ago. It has defied all attempts at interpretation on the grounds that each of the things involved has different meanings for me than other people. Quote: Alright, so I'm sleeping with my eyes open again. But this time I'm having a dream. There's this pack of about four wolves. They're running through the woods, and I'm running with them. We reach this rocky over-hang, and we look down and see a deer. I just stand there with the wolves looking at it for a while. Then the leader, who is larger and has a brown coat while all the others are grey, just charges at it. The other wolves follow, and after hesitating a bit, I run down with them, holding a spear that wasn't there before. The lead wolf gets to the deer, but it kicks his fore-paw and runs off. I rush to the leader, and suddenly he's human. All the wolves are human, and wearing an armor made of a made of a brown material. I kneel next to the leader and try to realign the broken bones in his wrist. Before I can do that though, the deer jumps out of the brush straight at me! At this point my dream was interupted as my little brother shined a flashlight in my eyes. Here's the weird thing. I'm not a wolf kind of person. I don't watch animes dealing with wolves, I don't partictularly respect the animals, and I don't even like forests. But in the dream it all seemed so... Right.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 12:25 am
Dreams and the real world are not the same thing. And what we may fear or ignore in one may not have a similar effect in the other.
Wolves are a symbol of family and unity, but also pride and self confidence
Deer usually represent gentleness, innocence, grace, beauty, femine attributes and also a luring to new adventures. But with the wolves attacking the deer, it represents either the opposite, or an attempt to surpress something. However in this case, the Deer is fighting back so whatever it is representing is not easily subdued. The leaders broken wrist bone signifies weakness and the possible need to rethink your strategy and call attention to the situation.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 1:02 am
I've had another dream. Again, it happened while I was sleeping with my eyes open, which seems to set an unusual pattern. I was wandering through a museum with no exhibits, but I wasn't my normal self. I was wearing the body of an entity I had hitherto only imagined. I call him Amon, and I associate him with madness and darkness. Imagine my suprise then, to find myself in this role, and surrounded by children. I think they were on a field trip, but for some reason they were following me, even though my presence clearly disturbed them. Eventually I found my way to a cafeteria, at which point all the children stopped following me and started piling sugary foods upon their platters. I found myself carefully selecting only bitter and tough grain foods, and when I finished, I noticed that every one in the cafeteria was watching me. An adult who worked at the museum pointed me towards a corner, and everybody glowered at me as I sat down. It was at this point that I snarled at them all, in a manner I can only describe as feral. Before I could find out what happened next, my phone rang, and I was jolted into the waking world. Is there some reason I only ever have these kind of dreams when my eyes are open? And why was I portrayed as a character which I had made up? There are faces in my head that have gnawed at me for a long time now, and to suddenly find myself wearing the form of one of them scares me. I don't even know why it scares me, but it does, in a way I have never felt fear before. I've begun to suspect that these faces, these... identities, are more than just a figment of my imagination, and I don't know what to do.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:27 am
Dreams aren't really an expertise of mine, Priest, but I do have a theory.
As a writer I know well about creating entities, and when you do this, you often lend a great deal of self into it. You are, in a sense largely this person, this entity you've created. Here is your madness, your darkness and your sense of displacement. Perhaps you are only subjected to this with your eyes open the same way I am subjected to dreams of druids when I listen to radio talk shows...they filter in, coloring my sleep. And again, this entity, perhaps this is the part of you in which you must control, children, well theyre innocent for the most part and maybe that's what they symbolize, or cruelity (Children can be cruel) and the museum itself...is where things are collected, memories, archives...perhaps there's something you've repressed? are trying to forget?
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 1:02 pm
Oterys perhaps there's something you've repressed? are trying to forget? Well, it doesn't take any effort on my part to forget things (due in no small part to a head injury I sustained as a child), but there's no denying that I'm repressing things. In my relatively short time on earth I have experienced more sadness and despair than most people have at twice my age, and it occurred to me that life is too damn short to squander on worry and dread. So now I spend most of my days bouncing between cackling mania and euphoric nirvana. All the emotions and worries I wish to avoid I repress, temporarily, until I can purge them with fire and magic.
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