This is a dream I had last night. I wrote down everything as soon as I woke up. A little BG info: B is a girl who I've been in love with since the sixth grade. I am now 16. It will never get anywhere, but it's real hard to forget your first love. The dream is a bit violent, but bear with me. Was this just a random dream?
Dream starts in a hall with military commandos talking about laser weapons. Men enter with guns,
and the military commandos get rid of them. Time skips to to a party hall. The commandos are there,
as well as some friends. Bianca is there. We were all having a good time, drinking, talking, laughing,
etc. My Kindergarten teacher was there, but she was old and heavy, when in reality, she is very pretty and young. This was in daytime. The party hall is insignificant. When the party was over, we all took schoolbuses home. I missed my stop, and so did B, so we were taken to the bus station, which was really a foster home. We slept there for a period of time. Time skips to 12:00 AM. There is an elderly home across the street that I didn't notice before. As the head of the foster home (Mr. Foster) was pulling out of the driveway, the head of the elderly home (Mr. Elder) yelled at him. Mr. Foster seemed fine at first, but when he got to the stop sign down the street, he screamed at everybody and doubled back. He is carrying a shotgun. Everybody from the elderly home was standing outside. Mr. Foster kills everybody, including Mr. Elder. Mr. Foster loses it, and kills everybody in his own car. I immediately think of Bianca, who is sleeping. I pick her up into my arms and hide her somewhere. She didn't wake up. Soon, Mr. Foster comes into the home. he goes into all the bedrooms, killing the sleeping children. He notices Bianca is missing. He got ticked off beyond belief. His shotgun morphs into a knife, and I somehow acquired a knife. He sees me and we immediately start slashing at each other. As we're fighting, he tells me that I have too much power over the world economy, and the world itself. He gets me in the area between my middle knuckle and my ring knuckle. It bleeds. I feel pain. I get enraged, and I kill him. Time skips again. I'm in a (police?) van, in the back, with B and two very friendly black guys. The officer tells me because B has no parents, her cousins will need to take care of her. I weep much. One cousin, who had a Jamaican accent, hugged her tightly and assured me he was going to take good care of her. I weep more and harder. I argue that I love her and that I can take good care of her. The dream fades away. I wake up. My eyes are very damp, and my slash wound is still very painful.
Notes
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-If I hadn't missed my stop, B would have been killed.
-Mr. Foster was never mean. He came off as a great guy.
-Somewhere in the dream (this is a vague memory) planes were writing things in the sky,
and smaller planes were flying banners. They all said the same thing. I should have
taken note of what they were saying. Must have been important.
I am not much of a believer in dreams. so my best advice to you is just forget the dream.
I think you watch movies too much :lol:
liminalitus I keep a dream log. i started a new one on january 25 th this year and i think that is about 47 dyas between then and now. i have 22 dates entered in my log most dates including multiple dreams and you never guess what there all mumbo jumbo like alice in the looking glass.
am not experienced but in my personal view i think dreams serve the following purpose.
data and sensory digestion from waking life- this might nott only be data from he night before but mabye the month before. mabye theres just this chunk or song that wont get out your head and a month later its in your dreams and then afterwards that songs gone from your head.
i belive you can learn lessons in dreams
for example if you deam about been in a car and you hit and run a person over then when you wake your not exatly gonna be eager to speed on the free way.
fear and feelings digested in dream.
when i was about 16 i use to do martial arts and when ever i use to get up to get up to fight i use to have a fear that the tehnique would nt have any effect on the opponent and thati would humilliate myself. lots of times since then i would have dreams o fighting and no matter how hard i punched the opponent it would have no effect and i would feel weak. i feel that is my fear manifesting in my dreams
me and my familly dont get on much and often i have feelings towards them manifest in dreams.
lots of things happen in dreams and not just one thing. all of these things can manifest in just one dream.
but i hate these dream intepretation books ect that say all dreams aboutsuch and such mean such and such .
for example imagine you wrie a secet code and so does your mate then you forget how to decode your code so you just do what ever decoding technique your mate is.
its not gonna solve your code
thats the way i feel about dream books. we all interpret things diffrently ect and so a dream dreamt by you and also exactly the same dreamt by your mate could mean two complete difrent things because its your dream. you hold the key to decoding them not your mate.
so i dont really ask what certain dreams mean i just ask what diffent perspectives could i look at this dream from that remain relevant to me