08-03-2013, 06:47 AM
I had a dream that I was walking somewhere, and this beautiful man drove up on the side of the road and said that he was a professional photographer. He said I was beautiful and he'd really like to take some pictures of me. He messed with my hair a little bit and I did a few poses, and he said he would send me the pictures he took once he developed them. I was later in his studio and he had all sorts of gorgeous photos as well as painted artworks hanging on the walls. The one that drew my attention the most was a painting of what appeared to be one of my characters, painted in exquisite detail. Walter walked in and thought it was my artwork, and was like "Wow! That's so much better than your other drawings!" and I was like "That's probably because it's not my drawing. :p)
That dream sort of shifted into a dream where I was younger and living with my biological family. We were at a theme park, and my monster of a biological father came to get me. I knew he would hurt me and didn't want to go with him, but nobody would help me, not even my mom and sister. I tried to run away from him by climbing on a water slide, but the park manager came to get me down, and didn't care that my abusive sperm donor was going to take me away.
The first man reminds me of the Emperor- the successful, beautiful man in charge of his own life and using it to bring joy to others. My father brought qlipphotic imagery to mind- obviously out of balance and abusing the people around him. Overall the dream seemed to represent the choice- two potentiated states of mind I must choose from. It all comes down to how I view myself- something beautiful worth nurturing, or something to be abused and pulled about out of selfish desire. Quite a satisfying answer to the question I asked before going to sleep.
That dream sort of shifted into a dream where I was younger and living with my biological family. We were at a theme park, and my monster of a biological father came to get me. I knew he would hurt me and didn't want to go with him, but nobody would help me, not even my mom and sister. I tried to run away from him by climbing on a water slide, but the park manager came to get me down, and didn't care that my abusive sperm donor was going to take me away.
The first man reminds me of the Emperor- the successful, beautiful man in charge of his own life and using it to bring joy to others. My father brought qlipphotic imagery to mind- obviously out of balance and abusing the people around him. Overall the dream seemed to represent the choice- two potentiated states of mind I must choose from. It all comes down to how I view myself- something beautiful worth nurturing, or something to be abused and pulled about out of selfish desire. Quite a satisfying answer to the question I asked before going to sleep.