01-12-2011, 01:05 PM
Eddie, that reminds me of the random "visions" I've seen in my head of STS worlds. There is such a complex heirarchy...quite a pain in the butt keeping up with status and titles, but it's everything to them. And if you were below someone, you were pretty much their
bi%ch and had to do whatever they wanted. I also noticed that there was very little color in this world that I saw. Almost everything was in shades of black and gray, with a few colors used only as embellishment and denotion of status. Strangely, though, quite a lot of people had red hair. I was awake when I saw these places. I don't know if it was just my imagination or what, but your words reminded me of it.
I had a dream lately that I finally located my birth parents. It was strange, seeing a mother that actually looked like me (I look nothing like my adoptive parents), though I saw no resemblance in myself to my birth father at all. Apparently they had had several more children since giving me up for adoption- a girl of about 12 and a little boy, about 5. There was some elaborate dream plot about a shopping mall- I was working as a security guard in the mall and this one store owner kept calling me and saying there was a tiger in his store, totally freaking out. I went to his store and got really exasperated because it was just a stuffed tiger and wasn't hurting anyone, but he couldn't seem to comprehend that it wasn't going to attack him.
I eventually met up with my parents and their children in the mall and the little boy looked at me and said something along the lines of "that is not your father." He had this angry look on his face, like he didn't want me to think I was good enough to be related to them. He said my last name was not my real last name, and I asked him what it was then. He mumbled something and I couldn't understand him, so I asked him to say it again. He said a name that started with the letter A, but I can't remember it. It was still hard to understand what he was saying. I asked him if he could spell the name, but I can't remember what he said. The name was something like Alaverth or Azareth or something like that...it started with either Al or Az and ended in th.
I ended up moving to California with my birth mom, into this city called Sunnydale or something like that. Part of the city was extremely beautiful, but the other half of it was really run down and almost completely abandoned, as if it had fallen into ruin. My mom lived in that part, in a crummy apartment building. As we got into the apartment it looked like a tiny, one room apartment, but then I realized I could go around a corner and the place was actually huge, with an exercise studio and everything. I was impressed by how big and nice it was.
Somehow the apartment building ended up being a prison as well as an apartment building (there was a prison on the bottom floors? It was weird...). Both men and women were apparently being kept indiscriminately in this prison. There was one young woman prisoner and a bunch of men prisoners suddenly attacked her and just started raping her right there. She was screaming for help but the guards were just ignoring it. Then suddenly I WAS the woman and I started screaming "Mommy! Help me!", then I woke up.
I'd really appreciate any opinions on this dream. It kind of has me stumped.
bi%ch and had to do whatever they wanted. I also noticed that there was very little color in this world that I saw. Almost everything was in shades of black and gray, with a few colors used only as embellishment and denotion of status. Strangely, though, quite a lot of people had red hair. I was awake when I saw these places. I don't know if it was just my imagination or what, but your words reminded me of it.
I had a dream lately that I finally located my birth parents. It was strange, seeing a mother that actually looked like me (I look nothing like my adoptive parents), though I saw no resemblance in myself to my birth father at all. Apparently they had had several more children since giving me up for adoption- a girl of about 12 and a little boy, about 5. There was some elaborate dream plot about a shopping mall- I was working as a security guard in the mall and this one store owner kept calling me and saying there was a tiger in his store, totally freaking out. I went to his store and got really exasperated because it was just a stuffed tiger and wasn't hurting anyone, but he couldn't seem to comprehend that it wasn't going to attack him.
I eventually met up with my parents and their children in the mall and the little boy looked at me and said something along the lines of "that is not your father." He had this angry look on his face, like he didn't want me to think I was good enough to be related to them. He said my last name was not my real last name, and I asked him what it was then. He mumbled something and I couldn't understand him, so I asked him to say it again. He said a name that started with the letter A, but I can't remember it. It was still hard to understand what he was saying. I asked him if he could spell the name, but I can't remember what he said. The name was something like Alaverth or Azareth or something like that...it started with either Al or Az and ended in th.
I ended up moving to California with my birth mom, into this city called Sunnydale or something like that. Part of the city was extremely beautiful, but the other half of it was really run down and almost completely abandoned, as if it had fallen into ruin. My mom lived in that part, in a crummy apartment building. As we got into the apartment it looked like a tiny, one room apartment, but then I realized I could go around a corner and the place was actually huge, with an exercise studio and everything. I was impressed by how big and nice it was.
Somehow the apartment building ended up being a prison as well as an apartment building (there was a prison on the bottom floors? It was weird...). Both men and women were apparently being kept indiscriminately in this prison. There was one young woman prisoner and a bunch of men prisoners suddenly attacked her and just started raping her right there. She was screaming for help but the guards were just ignoring it. Then suddenly I WAS the woman and I started screaming "Mommy! Help me!", then I woke up.
I'd really appreciate any opinions on this dream. It kind of has me stumped.