10-05-2010, 08:14 AM
Eddie, to me this fishing dream seemed very similar to the dream I had about the party and the food (several posts back). I get the sense you were literally fishing for enlightenment. The Biblical term "fishers of men" also popped into my head. All the flooding and the huge fish...I get the sense of rapid spiritual expansion and/or major opportunities popping up, but, as you said, a level of hesitation or distraction making it harder to seize those opportunities. Great dreams, and great interpretations!
Meerie, that is an interesting dream indeed. Blue always represents some form of communication to me in my dreams. The key seems like an obvious symbol, but I don't know why the paper would turn brown. Maybe a blockage in the throat chakra? I would interpret it that my heart was open but I was having a hard time expressing the love through blue ray (which is usually the issue for me). Seeing the words inverted might also have to do with communication issues, or perhaps just looking at something from a different perspective. The fact that your neighbor gave you a better sheet of paper would say to me that by resolving issues you have with people in life through the use of communication, you will have better access to this key. Just my humble thoughts on the issue.
Deekun, I know what you mean. It used to take me ages to interpret a dream, but now it is coming much quicker, as if it is just being made more obvious.
Here is one from last night. Kind of short, but I found it really interesting.
It stated out kind of like a movie I was watching, but instead of sitting in front of a screen it was more like I was just observing the whole thing in 3rd person. There was this girl who kept seeing this dark hooded figure following her around, popping up everywhere, which she perceived to be death, and she was freaking out considerably.
The whole thing was even arranged like a movie...dramatic cut scenes, special effects...it went on for some time, and then I seemed to realize I *was* the girl and it switched to 1st person. I thought "I'm not afraid of death." So I walked out into my backyard (I lived in this enormous house...really fancy, with a huge backyard that led into a forest) and I stared down into the forest. Apparently I had done something in that forest- that was where it had all began.
It was extremely dark. I could barely see anything. I said "Okay, you can come out now!" It took a while, but finally the shadows formed into this large, black mass, then solidified into the hooded figure. I walked over to the figure and slid into its arms. I said something along the lines of "It's okay. If it's my time to go, I'll come with you."
I got the sense of bony fingers touching my neck, and sensed a great amount of love being directed at me. Then the figure took off the cloak and it turned out to be a very handsome young man, though something about him seemed a bit off...he didn't look quite human. I can't really remember what it was now...I think it was his eyes.
He said that it was his job to think of new things...to bring new ideas into existence and inspire creation, and when he looked at me he felt more inspired than he ever had. The ideas just rushed through his head like a river. He wanted to keep me with him because of this.
I went with him to see his family, or the group he worked with...not sure which one. Apparently my parents came along for the ride, too. They were riding in some sort of stagecoach. The young man was the only one in the group that looked relatively normal at all. The rest of the people he introduced me to had the appearance of major circus freaks. Very bizarre appearances. I remember this one really short, really fat woman that reminded me of an oversized Easter egg. When I was around these people I felt both a sense of great joy and great sadness, and it was like I couldn't decide which feeling was appropriate. I was constantly on the verge of crying. I think there was more to the dream, but this is all I remember.
The whole thing with Death felt like an initiation to me. It reminds me a bit of the concept of a shamanic death, though I don't feel that at any time my body was actually close to a death state. I passed through death to give birth to new creativity- new creation. Accepting death freed me from my limits and allowed me to enter larger life while still alive.
The man Death became...not sure about him. I don't know if this is just a reference to my own inner Creator...that deepest part of me that has the direct connection to the One (the fact that it was a male would represent a subconscious or unconscious aspect), or if perhaps I was actually conversing with a separate individual in the dream plane. He seemed a bit possessive...like he really wanted to keep me. He didn't seem to want to control me, and seemed to genuinely love me very much, but he didn't want me to leave his side- ever. Of course, if this was a superconscious aspect, I suppose we *would* be glued to each other all the time anyway. I can't exactly separate myself from myself.
Not sure about the strange-looking people. I am wondering if they could represent some of the more abstract aspects of my personality that haven't fully formed yet...like creative expressions just shooting out into existence without being fleshed out yet. I guess they could represent creative potential, and my conflicting feelings about them could signify that I realized that huge potential of this creative power...it could bring about great joy or great sadness, depending on how it is used.
Meerie, that is an interesting dream indeed. Blue always represents some form of communication to me in my dreams. The key seems like an obvious symbol, but I don't know why the paper would turn brown. Maybe a blockage in the throat chakra? I would interpret it that my heart was open but I was having a hard time expressing the love through blue ray (which is usually the issue for me). Seeing the words inverted might also have to do with communication issues, or perhaps just looking at something from a different perspective. The fact that your neighbor gave you a better sheet of paper would say to me that by resolving issues you have with people in life through the use of communication, you will have better access to this key. Just my humble thoughts on the issue.
Deekun, I know what you mean. It used to take me ages to interpret a dream, but now it is coming much quicker, as if it is just being made more obvious.
Here is one from last night. Kind of short, but I found it really interesting.
It stated out kind of like a movie I was watching, but instead of sitting in front of a screen it was more like I was just observing the whole thing in 3rd person. There was this girl who kept seeing this dark hooded figure following her around, popping up everywhere, which she perceived to be death, and she was freaking out considerably.
The whole thing was even arranged like a movie...dramatic cut scenes, special effects...it went on for some time, and then I seemed to realize I *was* the girl and it switched to 1st person. I thought "I'm not afraid of death." So I walked out into my backyard (I lived in this enormous house...really fancy, with a huge backyard that led into a forest) and I stared down into the forest. Apparently I had done something in that forest- that was where it had all began.
It was extremely dark. I could barely see anything. I said "Okay, you can come out now!" It took a while, but finally the shadows formed into this large, black mass, then solidified into the hooded figure. I walked over to the figure and slid into its arms. I said something along the lines of "It's okay. If it's my time to go, I'll come with you."
I got the sense of bony fingers touching my neck, and sensed a great amount of love being directed at me. Then the figure took off the cloak and it turned out to be a very handsome young man, though something about him seemed a bit off...he didn't look quite human. I can't really remember what it was now...I think it was his eyes.
He said that it was his job to think of new things...to bring new ideas into existence and inspire creation, and when he looked at me he felt more inspired than he ever had. The ideas just rushed through his head like a river. He wanted to keep me with him because of this.
I went with him to see his family, or the group he worked with...not sure which one. Apparently my parents came along for the ride, too. They were riding in some sort of stagecoach. The young man was the only one in the group that looked relatively normal at all. The rest of the people he introduced me to had the appearance of major circus freaks. Very bizarre appearances. I remember this one really short, really fat woman that reminded me of an oversized Easter egg. When I was around these people I felt both a sense of great joy and great sadness, and it was like I couldn't decide which feeling was appropriate. I was constantly on the verge of crying. I think there was more to the dream, but this is all I remember.
The whole thing with Death felt like an initiation to me. It reminds me a bit of the concept of a shamanic death, though I don't feel that at any time my body was actually close to a death state. I passed through death to give birth to new creativity- new creation. Accepting death freed me from my limits and allowed me to enter larger life while still alive.
The man Death became...not sure about him. I don't know if this is just a reference to my own inner Creator...that deepest part of me that has the direct connection to the One (the fact that it was a male would represent a subconscious or unconscious aspect), or if perhaps I was actually conversing with a separate individual in the dream plane. He seemed a bit possessive...like he really wanted to keep me. He didn't seem to want to control me, and seemed to genuinely love me very much, but he didn't want me to leave his side- ever. Of course, if this was a superconscious aspect, I suppose we *would* be glued to each other all the time anyway. I can't exactly separate myself from myself.
Not sure about the strange-looking people. I am wondering if they could represent some of the more abstract aspects of my personality that haven't fully formed yet...like creative expressions just shooting out into existence without being fleshed out yet. I guess they could represent creative potential, and my conflicting feelings about them could signify that I realized that huge potential of this creative power...it could bring about great joy or great sadness, depending on how it is used.