01-17-2011, 10:03 AM
I had such a long, hugely complex dream last night that I know at least 60% of it has been lost, simply because it was too much detail for me to remember at once. It seems like it came in a bunch of little spurts that weren't particularly related to each other.
One part was about me going into a very large clothing store in this downtown area full of shops. The clothes were really cool, but the lady that ran the store was creeping me out. The store had several floors, but you had to climb this absurd series of ladders to get to them- there weren't normal stairs. I was trying to climb up to the top floor, but the lady came over and kept bothering me, saying a bunch of weird stuff. When I spoke to her it seemed like she wasn't even listening to me. Then she pulled me off the ladder and tried to throw me over one of the railings. I was like "Hey! Watch it!" and she was just giving me this creepy smile. At that point I just wanted to get out of that store above all else.
I think I was in the same store during the next part of the dream, though it seemed like the bottom part of the store had turned into a restaurant. I was sitting at a table, having a coffee with some friends, and I looked over at this other table and saw this beautiful little girl. She looked Native American, with long, black hair and darker skin. I felt such an attachment to this child, and when she started walking over to me, smiling, I felt my heart leap with joy. She came over and said something that moved me greatly, though I can’t remember her words. I remember it had something to do with my being a wanderer. Then we began dancing, laughing and just being silly. I loved this little child more than anything, but suddenly she fell to the floor and just started dissolving, crumpling away into nothingness.
After this happened to the girl I got extremely sad and angry. I began grabbing glasses off of the tables and smashing them, screaming, in total agony. Seeing the little girl be taken from me like that seemed to destroy my sense of reason. I was on the warpath, destroying everything I could get my hands on. I remember a red-haired man showing up and saying something to me, but I can’t remember what my reaction to him was.
The next thing I remember I am with a woman and her two children. They reminded me a lot of the woman and children I dreamt of as being my birth mother and siblings the other night. The children especially looked almost identical- a little boy with brown hair and a strawberry-blonde-haired girl of about 12. The woman had dark hair this time instead of blonde. We were at a church service. I didn’t affiliate myself with their religion, but I was curious as to how they worshipped. It seemed like one of the more liberal sects of Christianity, and instead of one man preaching the entire time, different people got up and gave short talks.
During the service it was announced that I had a phone call. I answered my phone and it was my mom, telling me that I needed to come back to *their* church (very strict Christian church) so my soul could be saved. She was being very bossy, like she could force me to come back. I very firmly said “No. I am not going back there. I believe something different now.” My mom then called the woman with dark hair, who said some very rude things to her and hung up.
I also remember that a few other people and I were putting layers of thick, silver paint on some very large object. Not sure what that had to do with anything.
There was also a part where I was at work, though it seemed like my kitchen and the small hallway that contains the restrooms had somehow merged. I was cooking a hot dog because I was hungry, and this little girl came up and said “I’m so hungry.” So I gave her the hot dog. Then several other people came up and said they were hungry, too. I realized that I had a lot of food, and I got really excited that I would be able to cook for all of these hungry people. I loved the happy look on their face when I gave them food. The rest of that part is really foggy, but it seems like somebody ended up trying to keep me from serving food, which made me upset, and somehow we all ended up in a forest...that part of the dream seems to just be gone.
All I know is that several times in these dreams I experienced moments of pure joy that were somehow rudely interrupted. If I could figure out what the connecting source between these interruptions is, I suppose it would show me something I am doing in my life that is keeping me from being able to enjoy life to its fullest.
Deekun, I've never experienced a spinning like that, though all I could associate it with is a chaotic time in life. I've often dreamed of tornadoes that had similar implications. The fact that you accepted it could mean that you are finding the joy in stressful situations in life, which I would say is a good thing.
One part was about me going into a very large clothing store in this downtown area full of shops. The clothes were really cool, but the lady that ran the store was creeping me out. The store had several floors, but you had to climb this absurd series of ladders to get to them- there weren't normal stairs. I was trying to climb up to the top floor, but the lady came over and kept bothering me, saying a bunch of weird stuff. When I spoke to her it seemed like she wasn't even listening to me. Then she pulled me off the ladder and tried to throw me over one of the railings. I was like "Hey! Watch it!" and she was just giving me this creepy smile. At that point I just wanted to get out of that store above all else.
I think I was in the same store during the next part of the dream, though it seemed like the bottom part of the store had turned into a restaurant. I was sitting at a table, having a coffee with some friends, and I looked over at this other table and saw this beautiful little girl. She looked Native American, with long, black hair and darker skin. I felt such an attachment to this child, and when she started walking over to me, smiling, I felt my heart leap with joy. She came over and said something that moved me greatly, though I can’t remember her words. I remember it had something to do with my being a wanderer. Then we began dancing, laughing and just being silly. I loved this little child more than anything, but suddenly she fell to the floor and just started dissolving, crumpling away into nothingness.
After this happened to the girl I got extremely sad and angry. I began grabbing glasses off of the tables and smashing them, screaming, in total agony. Seeing the little girl be taken from me like that seemed to destroy my sense of reason. I was on the warpath, destroying everything I could get my hands on. I remember a red-haired man showing up and saying something to me, but I can’t remember what my reaction to him was.
The next thing I remember I am with a woman and her two children. They reminded me a lot of the woman and children I dreamt of as being my birth mother and siblings the other night. The children especially looked almost identical- a little boy with brown hair and a strawberry-blonde-haired girl of about 12. The woman had dark hair this time instead of blonde. We were at a church service. I didn’t affiliate myself with their religion, but I was curious as to how they worshipped. It seemed like one of the more liberal sects of Christianity, and instead of one man preaching the entire time, different people got up and gave short talks.
During the service it was announced that I had a phone call. I answered my phone and it was my mom, telling me that I needed to come back to *their* church (very strict Christian church) so my soul could be saved. She was being very bossy, like she could force me to come back. I very firmly said “No. I am not going back there. I believe something different now.” My mom then called the woman with dark hair, who said some very rude things to her and hung up.
I also remember that a few other people and I were putting layers of thick, silver paint on some very large object. Not sure what that had to do with anything.
There was also a part where I was at work, though it seemed like my kitchen and the small hallway that contains the restrooms had somehow merged. I was cooking a hot dog because I was hungry, and this little girl came up and said “I’m so hungry.” So I gave her the hot dog. Then several other people came up and said they were hungry, too. I realized that I had a lot of food, and I got really excited that I would be able to cook for all of these hungry people. I loved the happy look on their face when I gave them food. The rest of that part is really foggy, but it seems like somebody ended up trying to keep me from serving food, which made me upset, and somehow we all ended up in a forest...that part of the dream seems to just be gone.
All I know is that several times in these dreams I experienced moments of pure joy that were somehow rudely interrupted. If I could figure out what the connecting source between these interruptions is, I suppose it would show me something I am doing in my life that is keeping me from being able to enjoy life to its fullest.
Deekun, I've never experienced a spinning like that, though all I could associate it with is a chaotic time in life. I've often dreamed of tornadoes that had similar implications. The fact that you accepted it could mean that you are finding the joy in stressful situations in life, which I would say is a good thing.