Swesent's Dream Journal

[Swesent]

Instead of scribbling my notes on papers and in whatever notebook I find first, as I've done in the past, I have decided to start keeping a more proper Dream Journal. My goal and intention with this is to improve my dream memory/recall and ultimately to aid me in my quest for successful Astral Projection attempts. So down below I'll post whatever dream/s I can recall from day to day (if any) and if someone wants to comment on them, or perhaps throw some insightful interpretations at them, then you're very welcome to do so. I would find it very interesting!

I'll just edit in a linked index in this post for an easy overview. I can also add that I have received an OK from a forum moderator to do this. And sure, I know that there are multiple good sites out there specifically made for keeping Dream Journals, but I rather keep everything collected on one site - and "the Astral Pulse" is definitely the site I wish to stick to!

I'm also writing down my OoBE attempts which you may follow through this link.

EDIT - Purple Color: Starting in my entry for August 20:th I will sometimes color objects, people and locations purple. These are stuff I recognize from the waking world and maybe I can find some use for it in the future. Just so you know what's going on.

July 31:st 2011 - "A Game of Monopoly"
August 01:st 2011 - "Apartment Work"
August 03:rd 2011 - "Popstar, Brawl and a Kiss"
August 05:th 2011 - "You Sound Like a Washer"
August 06:th 2011 - "The Mentalist Class"
August 10:th 2011 - "Work in Japan"
August 12:th 2011 - "Reckless Speed"
August 14:th 2011 - "Spewings at the Store"
August 15:th 2011 - "Estate Guardian"
August 20:th 2011 - "Multiples #1"
August 23:rd 2011 - "From Castle by Ship", "Deadly Backyard Game"
August 24:th 2011 - "Lethal Marketing"

[Swesent]

July 31:st 2011 - "A game of Monopoly"

I'm sitting down on the floor in the living room in my late grandmother's old house. I'm feeling very comfortable. There are two other persons with me but they alternate every now and then. Sometimes it is two of my closest cousins, other times my younger brother is one of them. One of these persons also changes skin color every once in a while. When he gets a dark colored skin, he suddenly looks a bit like "Rick" in the TV-series "Falling Skies".

Between us we have a board of Monopoly set up. We are in the middle of a game and I can feel that the rules are a tiny bit different than normal - however I can't put my finger on it exactly. There's not much more I can remember other than that we're having a good time. The person sitting to my left is acting cashier - the one to my left alternates between being my opponent and playing the role of an in-game police (which is definitely not part of a standard game of Monopoly).

I remember landing on the "Free Parking" one time after which the player acting as a cop lands on the same square and brings me over to the jail. I also remember my opponent "tapping" a few of his houses to free some money in order to pay for a bill perhaps. (The tapping thing may have come from "Magic: The Gathering"s game mechanics.) Shortly after that my memory goes blank.


- Personal Thoughts and Comments -
This may not be much of a Dream Recall but considering that I've just picked this up again, and that I usually don't remember anything at all, it could hopefully be a good start. I hope even a tiny snippet like this will be enough to help improve my Dream Recall at least a little bit. I can also add that I repeated a mantra when I went to sleep basically telling myself "I will recall what I dream tonight!" - Who knows, it may have had something to do with it.

[Swesent]

August 1:st 2011 - "Apartment Work"

I have gone back about six years in time to when I was working at the local gymnasium. For some reason I had to switch office from within the gymnasium to a separate tall office complex building. As a first scene I remember walking around in a huge staircase section in the center of the building. The stairs were extremely wide and the entire place was gigantic. Again, one of my cousins were with me. And I remember tipping over some gray metallic bucket filled with an unknown liquid which started pouring down the stairs. As of yet I didn't know why I was there.

The next scene I was walking along a hallway inside the apartment complex. It was regular looking with dark brownish floor, light blue walls and white ceiling and lots and lots of doors leading to just as many offices. That's when I suddenly knew that I was looking for a new office. I was alone right now, don't know what happened to my cousin.

Suddenly I stop at a door (which must have been what I was looking for) and slowly opened it up. Inside was an entire apartment. It was rather empty - looked like a mix between having been shortly habited by a random squatter and undergoing significant renovation. A couple of sporadically placed furniture and working lights and -tools placed all around. The entire scene looked like taken straight from out of some type of point-and-click adventure game in a way.

Next scene I'm suddenly inside some kind of mix between an office and a clothing store. Big open spaces, well lit. I'm inside an office area. I can see long long rows of clothing shelves in the back, separated by a wall with a door on either side in between. As I began walking from the office part over to the clothes section, I meet two of my former colleagues whom I worked with back at the gymnasium. We greeted each other and kept walking.

The last scene I remember I had to trade clothes with one of my colleagues for some reason. Although we differ much in length, his clothes fit me perfectly. It felt like I had to do this in order to fool someone - can't remember whom or why though.


- Personal Thoughts and Comments -
Again, when I went to bed I constantly repeated to myself "I will remember!" over and over again. Possibly thanks to that I also remember a couple of tiny parts from two other dreams as well - but only seconds from both of them. But still, I want to see it as an improvement.

[Swesent]

August 3:rd 2011 - "Popstar, Brawl and a Kiss"

I find myself inside the ground level of a large tower building still under construction. This is a fairly big room/area with a hard pressed dirt floor, there are exposed beams all around where proper walls and ceiling still has to be constructed. In the center of this "room" is some kind of a large goldenish statue and it has like a miniature make-shift stage attached to one of its corners. Just a small five by five foot "platform" no more than a couple of feet above the ground. In there with me are a whole bunch of kids - I'd guess about 12 - 16, no more than six or seven years old. As I notice these children I automatically assume that I have the role as their kindergarten teacher.

Next thing I know one slightly older boy (roughly 12 years old) is standing on the statue stage holding a black microphone. All the other kids are gathered in front stoked to hear him sing. So the boy with the mic begins to sing some rather dead good pop song with accompanying music from some hidden speakers somewhere. This little pop artist only has time to sing a few words from the first verse - just enough for the other kids to recognize the song. As soon as they do, everyone begin singing at the top of their lungs as they seem to know the song by heart. The pop artist kid stops singing and can barely keep himself from laughing. The kids keep singing apparently not even noticing that the main vocalist has stopped. (Sadly I can't recall the lyrics nor the melody, otherwise - with a couple of song lessons - I could very well have been a world-famous billionaire before year's end!)

After a short while of very loud singing there is a shift triggered by something unknown. Instead of running around singing, all the kids are suddenly arguing with each other - making just as much noise as when they were singing. There is some shoving going on, kids on the ground, maybe a few tears in the crowd and general uncontrolled wildness. I observe! I do nothing to try and stop it. Some of the kids reminded me of children I came in contact with when working at a school a few years back.

Suddenly the last major change happens and the statue in the middle of the room has turned into some fancy looking golden bed. I'm laying in that bed next to a certain love of my life. The fighting between all the kids has begun to subside and the two of us were glancing over at two children, a girl and a boy, who were sitting next to each other alone, both being a little bit outcasts from the rest of the children. We could hear the boy comforting the girl, saying something like "At least we have each other. We'll have to stick together and be strong." And then he gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek.

THEN - for some reason - completely RUINING the moment - I say something along the lines of "Oh man, what a YouTube acting!" As if I believed they were recording themselves and putting on an act just to gather thumbs ups and subscribers. In response the true love of mine, lying next to me, looks at me and says "No, it's nice that they have each other." She had tears in her eyes from what she'd just witnessed and was almost crying from being so wonderfully compassionate. I didn't say anything more (thank heavens!) - I just leaned toward her and gave her a long passionate kiss. I don't know why, but that very kiss it felt so incredibly real - a clear difference from the rest of the dream. Almost as if I had become a little bit lucid just to feel the extremely strong emotions and feelings from kissing her. As soon as our kiss ended, even before I had time to look at her one more time, I woke up.

[Swesent]

August 5:th 2011 - "You Sound Like a Washer"

I'm in a large room with a view, somewhere in the middle section of a multi story building. I'm there with my g/f and one of her friends. We're doing something with a rope or a line of some kind. I think we're attaching it to the far sides of the room, like a clothesline. At some point my g/f steps away to the ladies room and her friend and I begin talking. She mentioned something about wanting to have her necklace photographed. She was wearing this necklace made up from small glassy looking unshaped stones of various colors. I commented something about her wanting to take a picture of it and she may have misread my question, thinking I was trying to be sarcastic or mean to her in some way. It created an awkward moment.

Next thing the scene changes. Suddenly the three of us are on the top of a large flat roof, high up in the air with the warm sun shining down on us. May very well have been on the same building. This time we're struggling to mount some kind of short gold colored pipes over some strange kind of pins sitting in the roof. There's three of them. It seems I'm struggling a bit more with this than the other two. I'm trying to cover the pin with the hollowed pipe but can't get it to fit over the pin. I'm trying and trying but there's a part in the way, attached to the pin, which is wider than the pipe casing. After a while of futile attempts my g/f's friend becomes really annoyed and more or less shouts at me how I'm supposed to do it. That I have to unscrew that wider part first, then put the pipe down over the pin and lastly reattach the wide part again. (Don't know why I didn't figure this out on my own!)

It seems she was having a cold which made her voice sound really deep and kind of metallicly harsh and raspy - it was a pain to listen to as she went on and on until she had explained the entire process in a loud-mouthed manner. I remember telling her afterwards that she sounded almost like our washing-machine when it is spin-drying. My g/f seemed a bit shocked that I actually said that to her and then my memory goes blank.


I do remember another short thing as well, but I think that one belongs in my OoBE-thread.

[Swesent]

August 6:th 2011 - "The Mentalist Class"

Me and my g/f were taking some kind of creative painting/drama class. We were about a dozen participants in total. The setting for this class was a rather small classroom with 20 or so desks and chairs. Walls and floor were painted in a warm green color and there was a blackboard entirely covering one of the walls.

We started out by sitting on our chairs in a large circle in the center of the room - desks pushed back along the walls. What really drew my attention here was the fact that no other than Patrick Jane (the main character from the TV-show "The Mentalist" (IMDB)) was leading the class. He was sitting on a chair at three o'clock to where I was - sporting his ever so common smug smile.

After a while he opens with a question to all participants; "If you had to choose someone in this class to challenge to a gun duel, who would you pick?" I remember thinking "Well, that's a weird question. But hey, it's Patrick Jane, so nothing out of the ordinary." I began looking around the circle of students in the class and I just went on looks. Which one of these people looks like the least friendly one? My eyes landed on this guy to my nine who reminded me of a generally bad person. (You know how you usually can discern who the bad antagonist is in a movie by the character's looks alone? He reminded me of such a character.)

By now most of us were pointing fingers toward each other and I joined in. Apparently I was the only one who chose this guy and when he saw that I had picked him, he seemed genuinely devastated. At the same time Mr. Jane said "Let's see how you all have chosen." At that point, the guy I was pointing at made his choice and he pointed toward the ceiling. "Well, that's just great - I picked the only humanitarian pacifist in the group!" was my spontaneous sarcastic thought and I felt rather bad about my choice - but it was too late to do anything about.

Patrick stood up and walked to the middle of the circle and kept looking around at all of us. Suddenly this woman to my left started to cry. She was a firefighter in training - I just knew. After a while she told us that she had recently lost her boyfriend who had been a victim in a gunfight. Obviously Mr. Jane's question stirred up some heavy emotions in her.

Next a change of the scene followed. We were still the same class in the same room but with a new head of the course - this time an older man who I did not recognize. All of us were now sitting at our desks in an even bigger circle, pushed up with our backs right against the walls around the room. We had been given the task of drawing something on a piece of paper. Apparently we had to draw a picture before we were allowed to leave/end that day's class. I remember drawing half of a girl's face with a not so successful result. At one point most students in the class stood gathered around my desk for some reason. I remember dropping a notepad on the floor... After picking it up again my memory fades.


- Another Dream -
The dream above was actually my second dream this night. The first dream was a long, grand adventurous journey outside in the winter - unfortunately I only managed to recall bits and pieces from it. I wrote down some main points in my notepad but sadly they don't deliver the flow of the dream. It was something about me being chased by some cars on a snowy field as well as being assigned to guide some children, on skis, to a DHL outlet. I don't even know...


- Personal Thought -
This got me really excited though! Only a week ago I would be lucky if I managed to recall one out of ten dreams. Now, this soon after starting a Dream Journal again, I seem to be able to recall every other dream in average - and this night even two of them (although this could very well be a pure coincidence)! I can't wait to see what I'll hopefully remember tonight! It makes the nights so much more valuable when I get to recall all the fun I have in my dreams. It's like waking up with a newly read book in my arms every morning - unlike earlier when I used to wake up with nothing. No OoBE-events this night though.

[Xanth]

- Personal Thought -
This got me really excited though! Only a week ago I would be lucky if I managed to recall one out of ten dreams. Now, this soon after starting a Dream Journal again, I seem to be able to recall every other dream in average - and this night even two of them (although this could very well be a pure coincidence)! I can't wait to see what I'll hopefully remember tonight! It makes the nights so much more valuable when I get to recall all the fun I have in my dreams. It's like waking up with a newly read book in my arms every morning - unlike earlier when I used to wake up with nothing. No OoBE-events this night though.

That's because you've now given the active suggestion to your subconscious that this is something you want it to do.  So it's doing it. 

Keep up the good work!

[Swesent]

August 10:th 2011 - "Work in Japan"

I didn't just appear in the dream - I spawned! It was like being born into the dream through a gaming element of sorts. I was in Japan, potentially a number of years in the past. I was sitting inside this huge hall/dining-room - think the size of the dining-hall in Harry Potter. The color red was dominant all around with traces of gold and white tablecloths. The hall was full of newly spawned people and I was fortunate enough to spawn as a high-class worker/servant. That meant I got to stay inside this enormous high-class estate and help/serve wherever needed. A chore I could count myself lucky for getting.

Next scene I was in a smaller room/office. It was close to night time and I was being called on. I hurried through multiple stretches of corridors and hallways before I finally reached my destination. There was this printer/copier that had broken down. A few people in an adjacent room were sitting around a computer (my father being one of them). They wanted to print something they had found on the Internet. I had no idea how to fix the printer but did it anyway - almost automatically. After fiddling with a few parts here and there the printer started to work again and everyone was happy.

Next scene I'm in this really dark room close to a corner and close to some kind of overseer guy on the verge of falling asleep. Now it was in the middle of the night. I don't know why exactly but I got a very "Terraria" feeling from that place (a rather new and popular indie-game for you who haven't heard about it). There was an open trap door leading down into a huge, pitch black basement and I needed to get down there for some reason. In order to see where I was going I picked up this unlit future looking torch from a wall mount. It had a metallic part at the top where the flame would go. I ignited the torch by hitting the metallic part with a stone, which produced sparks and eventually lit the torch. But instead of a flame, the metallic part began glowing with a rather bright blue light. The overseer guy woke up briefly from the light, looked at me and said something to me about being careful with the torch so as not to accidentally put any walls aflame. I reassured him that this new torch model was completely fire proof.

Then it jumps to the last scene where I'm entering another great big hall (a bit narrower though) which seems to be a vast sleeping quarter for all the upper class servants. We were all lying directly on the floor, on some thin, but comfortable, mattresses. These mattresses were placed in pairs next to each other. It was later in the night and time for sleep. I had brushed my teeth and changed to some standard looking pyjamas. My "bed" was close to the entrance. I walked over to it, pulled up the covers and laid down to sleep. Not a minute later this rather attractive Japanese woman entered the quarters and walked over to me. At the time I didn't know if she had the mattress next to mine. She got down on her knees at the foot-side of the "beds" and begun applying some night cream on her hands. With a beautiful smile she then offered me some of that cream as well. Told me it would prevent my skin from drying up. I kindly accepted her offer and shortly after that my memory goes blank.


- Second Dream -
Don't remember very much about this one. Me and a number of unknown people were at a beach, also night time, to try out some new drug medicine kind of thing. We got to breathe some strange gas and were then supposed to head out into the ocean. I remember the water being warm and comfortable and when I dived below the surface I found that I was able to breathe under water. Me and a few others swam into some underwater maze type structure - slightly resembling the structures in "The Sunken Temple" (for those of you who are familiar with World of Warcraft). As we swum through the place, in and out of tight passages, we could hear some soothing music play. I don't recall much more than that.


- Personal Thoughts and Stuff -
The Terraria influence in the first dream is very easily explained since I, together with thousands of other people, was camping the release of its newest patch yesterday. The second dream was influenced by the upcoming movie "Rise of the Planet of the Apes" after having watched the trailer a couple of times yesterday. I find it quite fascinating how distinct and easily dreams can be influenced by certain things we do or see during the day. The previous couple of nights I haven't been able to recall any dreams sadly.

That's because you've now given the active suggestion to your subconscious that this is something you want it to do.  So it's doing it. 

Keep up the good work!

This seems to be very true indeed! And I'm glad that it works (most of the time at least)! Thank you for the encouragement and for the opportunity to keep this Dream Journal!

[Xanth]

This seems to be very true indeed! And I'm glad that it works (most of the time at least)! Thank you for the encouragement and for the opportunity to keep this Dream Journal!

I'm actually going to sticky your journal... and anyone else who wants to make a journal for people to read as encouragement!  Cause I think it's great!

[Swesent]

August 12:th 2011 - "Reckless Speed"


No one knew what horror I was going to unleash tonight, until it was too late!


I was visiting either just the guy or him and his wife. His name was George. He looked exactly like Wade Williams from Prison Break (the leader of the correctional officers) - unshaved for a couple of days and generally scruffy looking. I can't say what my connection was to this guy. They lived in a nice little home in a peaceful suburban area. It was a lovely weather with blue skies and a reasonably warm sun. The typical scene that so many romantic comedies and dramas start with. The lawn sprinkler swirling nearby, children playing and laughing, the seldom barking of a dog, birds singing - you get the drift.

This is where the lovely part ends!

Suddenly George gets a phone call. I don't know who the caller was, I don't know what was said. A minute later George comes barging out the back door and runs over to his car (an old black-brown Volvo - just about as scruffy looking as he was). He gets into the car and backs out of the driveway. I get the feeling that he was going to see someone. Suddenly I'm switched to a bird's eye view of his car, looking down on it from a 50 degree angle and about five meters away. I followed the car in this view, often switching between a forward and backward view.

The first few minutes of the drive was fine and controlled. However, I knew that something was wrong the minute he left after getting that phone call. I had this eerie feeling about how George was behaving. About 10 - 15 minutes into the drive he starts to speed up. The speed increase was very slowly added - you would barely have felt it if you sat in the car. You would only notice it by the scenery outside passing by a little bit quicker from one minute to the next.

When the speed had increased noticeably, George's driving precision began to falter a bit as well. He went from holding the exact center of the lane to swaying between the outer- and center lines on the road. About now the speed must have been closer to 120 km/h (75 mph) - on a smaller highway. This was when I first heard a couple of passing cars sounding the horn as well. George didn't care at all it seems - he drove as if his was the only car on the roads. I felt that he didn't really know what he was doing, what danger he was putting himself and others in. Almost like he was driving in his sleep. A few minutes later the speed must have increased to ~150 km/h (95 mph) and by now George was alternating between the forward going and oncoming lines completely.

Still following the car from the bird's eye view, I was greatly worried myself. Witnessing oncoming traffic having to make rough turns to dodge him was a very scary experience to say the least! Even though I watched it all from above, I still felt as big part of it all as if I had been sitting in the passenger seat. Driving speed closing in on 180 km/h (110 mph) as the first collision took place. I was in a backwards view above the car as well which didn't make the experience any less frightening - not being able to see what was up ahead on the road. George was briefly over on the oncoming traffic side of the road again and blasted like an extremely oversized bullet into a smaller blue car which got completely wrecked and thrown into the ditch by an immense force. The car looked like it had been standing right in the middle of two oncoming trains in full speed. No one survived in that blue wreck, that's for sure!

Even more scarier was the fact that George's black brown Volvo was like an indestructible tank - not a scratch on it! And he still kept going, still picking up speed - although at an even slower rate than before. After a total driving time of about 30 - 40 minutes we reached another suburban area - very similar to the one in which this dream began. He must have slowed down a little - but still going waaaaay too fast! There were a couple of other collisions, pedestrians throwing themselves off of the road. Bicyclists colliding with the car, being pushed forward by it, being run over. People on mopeds panicking, driving every which way to escape George's brief presence. For me, it was a really horrid experience. Not fearing for my own life as in a pure nightmare, but I could feel the horror of everyone else around us at all times. I really felt for them and that's what made it scary.

After racing through the suburban area for a while George finally found the person he was looking for. An older man going as fast as he could on a three-wheeler vehicle, barely able to match the speed of George's car. This man clearly knew George. He immediately recognized him and kept calling his name, shouting at him to slow down and stop the car. George didn't listen - instead he begun screaming a word, over and over again; "OVETER". (I didn't know what to make of that - it's not a Swedish word or name and nothing I know in any other language either.) He just kept screaming that word over and over again "OVETER, ...OVETER, ...OVETER". I don't know - it was disgustful to hear combined with the insane driving!

At one point George finally slowed down. We approached a railway intersection with lots of waiting cars in both lanes (and lots of bright shining red lights in the middle of the road for some reason). He slowed down to a halt and then I woke up - quite happy to be rid of that ride - and for actually remembering the dream, even if it wasn't the most pleasant dream I've had.

Something faintly tells me that George may have been a victim of some hypnosis trick. Maybe he heard a trigger word over the phone which made him think that he was somewhere completely different - which, in turn, made him drive the way he did...

I'm actually going to sticky your journal... and anyone else who wants to make a journal for people to read as encouragement!  Cause I think it's great!

Thank you very much! You had me fooled there for a few seconds when I couldn't find my thread among the regular ones.
A great and helpful decision for those who want to pick up Dream Journaling on this site - which is such a helpful tool to achieve what many of us are here for!

[Swesent]

I need more DISCIPLINE!!!

This night I woke up a couple of times. Each time I woke up I could recall minor parts from different dreams. But I guess I was too tired and too LAZY to even make an effort to write anything of it down. I just turned around and fell asleep again. I've done this a couple of previous nights as well. It's like I, for some reason, do not deem the small and short dream recalls to be worth the effort. Then I always kick myself in the morning for just completely ignoring it. I consciously let go of something that can help me improve my dream recall which is much likely to have the exact opposite result instead - I have to STOP doing that!

In one of the dreams I remember being in a mall. I kind of remember the layout and looks of it. There was something about a barbershop in there. Maybe my g/f was going to get a haircut or something...

In another dream I had changed partner for some reason, and I wasn't happy about it at all. I remember vacuuming the apartment at one point. Moments later our two cats came inside with their furs filled with sand and debris and just made a complete mess in one of the rooms...

I know that I had a third dream as well right before I woke up in the morning - but I can't recall anything at all from it - only that I know that I dreamed it.


I HAVE to put more effort into this and write everything down, no matter how small the pieces are! Now I've mentioned it. Now it's out there. Now I'll focus my intent and mind on this and I guess I'll see tonight if it can make me try a little harder. It is one of those split second decisions right there and then in the middle of the night - write/don't write. I have to make the correct one!

[Swesent]

August 14:th - "Spewings at the Store"

This dream takes place inside a large store - what's the word for it? Not a grocery store - a store that sells pretty much everything besides groceries. I started out as a customer there, my first business being me wanting to have one track from one CD copied over to a blank CD. When placing this order earlier in the day I said the wrong name of the album. When I got there to pick up my blank CD with the copied song, the teller told me that the song I wanted was not on the Album I told her. She then showed me which the correct album was - I apologized for my mistake and she went ahead with copying the song I wanted.

Whilst waiting for it to complete, these three younger fellows walked up to the counter to conduct some business in the meantime. I remember standing there behind them with my arms crossed, feeling a bit cocky because I was older and taller than those guys. I then remember seeing one of our pet rats in the store. She was standing atop a TV which was sitting on a bench. The rat was slightly above eye-level height to me. She was trying to climb over to me.

Next thing I know it was becoming dark outside. Now I had suddenly gone from being a regular customer to becoming a night watchman for this store. I was going to spend the night there ensuring the safety of everything inside. One of the last store employees to leave told me that it was forbidden to use ketchup and mustard in the store after 10pm. I don't really know why though. At a point my g/f was there with me to keep me company during the night.

Last thing I remember is seeing this huge spewing on the floor in a part of the store that looked exactly like our current home. Like some child had just been through the biggest puke-fest of its life. First I thought that one of our pet cats had wondered off all the way from our home to the store and hurled. But it was waaaay too much to have come from just one cat. We placed a few unfolded newspapers over it and then my memory fades.

[Summerlander]

The store could signify food for thought, knowledge, or, nurture.  The spewing could indicate aspects of your personality which you may deem in need of elimination.  You may be aware of this on a more subconscious level, hence why it got dark outside which is generally believed to represent it (if you believe in the psychological symbolism behind dreams).  The rat could indicate guilt and the fact that it is a pet could indicate a need to be more generous.  On the other hand, you may feel that there is a human rat in your life.  Do you suspect someone of being jealous of you?  The ketchup and mustard ban after a certain time could indicate that the subconscious will get your attention to certain unpleasant matters, feelings that you may be avoiding...so taste the problem for what it really is and forget adding flavours to it...

Patrick Jane has spoken!



 

[Swesent]

...Extremely interesting and fascinating interpretation...

That's it right THERE! Thank you very much Summerlander for your interpretation! To view dreams this way and make connections between them and my waking life, that's something I'm not experienced enough to do myself. I would love to be able to, but haven't even begun reading up on it. And I do really believe in symbolism within dreams - I believe dreams can be open books to those who have the knowledge to read them!

Thank you again for your interpretation - I am most likely going to go over this time and time again and try to find connections between your text and my life. I believe there can be much for me to learn from translations like these, and much insight to be gained as well! I appreciate it and please feel free to post more of these for any of my future dreams should you ever feel like it!

[Summerlander]

No problem.  I have so many books about dreams and general interpretations.  I've got my mum to blame for that.  The interpretations are generalised but we all share symbolism as human beings.  In saying this, only the dreamer can get a more accurate interpretation.  Consider how you feel in your dreams as well as this can provide more clues as to what is going on in your mind.

I too believe that dreams convey much more than just being dreams.  I think the metaphysical realm, with all its characters, objects and narratives, shouldn't be looked at just in the same manner as the waking world.  Why?  Because its elements convey much more than the actual things in the physical realm.  For example, looking at a house in a dream can represent both a house - where you can engage in many activities (just like in waking life) - but it can also represent a reflection of yourself (so pay careful attention to what condition the house is in).

The reality in dreamland is so much more than the physical realm.  It is more alive, more symbolic, more representational, things can be so much more.  It's archetypal.  It is where the ideas and possibilities start.  By comparison, the waking world is dead and more restricted.  Dreams may be elusive but they can tell you a lot more about yourself and others than a first glance or perspective in actuality.