I am obsessed with dreams. I've talked to several people who never remember their dreams and others that only remember dreams occasionally. I typically wake up to a memory of between 1 to 3 dreams a night. They are vivid dreams and I can't help but think that if anyone could watch my dreams each night they would label me psychotic.
I've read books by Freud and Jung and tried analyzing my dreams but any verdict would leave quite a bit of reasonable doubt. For instance, one of my more embarrassing dreams happened when I was around 15 years old (I think). I was walking alone on a dirt country road, I felt lost. I came upon an old farmhouse surrounded by absolutely nothing and hesitantly knocked on the front door. A woman answered and invited me in. I couldn't tell if she knew me or was just being overly kind to a stranger. The woman made me dinner and then led me up to a room on the second floor. In the room was a girl (presumably my age) laying in bed. I don't remember the "mother" saying anything to me but for some reason I got the idea that I was supposed to have sex with her daughter. The woman left the girl and I alone in the room and locked the door so I couldn't escape. I started making out with the girl who was far more aggressive than I ever would have imagined. They were hard kisses and she was almost strangling me with arms wrapped around my neck. I reached down between her legs and felt something strange. Cold metal. I jumped up and threw back the covers - she had metal teeth for a vagina...which were opening and closing in a chomping motion! Well, obviously I got freaked out and started frantically looking for a way to escape. The girl started crying and I could hear the mother coming up the stairs. I escaped out of the second floor window and made my way to the ground where I started running down the road. The mother started chasing after me yelling for me to return. Then I woke up.
Now this dream could easily be identified as representing my anxiousness and insecurity with sex - which I hadn't had at this point in my life. I also must have felt pressure to have sex which would have been represented by the mother. But I get the feeling that there is even more involved than that. I've given up trying to analyze my dreams because the subconscious creates such crazy scenarios. I can't figure out if every dream has a point or not - some seem completely insane with no relevance to me...but I'm sure it is relevant somehow.
The other night I experienced deja vu. I was out with friends and someone said something that made me a bit dizzy. I knew I had experienced it before, which was impossible since I had just met these people. I believe there have been times when I have dreamt something from the future. I'm not saying my dreams predict the future but occasionally I feel like I have dreamt a scenario and then when it happens I get a little dizzy because I know I've experienced it already.
In any case, I'm not sure what the point of this post is. I do think about dreams often, particularly because I think they are prime examples of how complicated we are as humans and how complicated life is. There is so much mystery, not only in the world, but inside each of us. Which I think makes life even that much more exciting and interesting. And I think it also proves that we are capable of so much more than we'll probably ever know.
So now that I have told you my embarrassing adolescent dream, care to share a dream you have had? It doesn't have to be embarrassing, just a dream that has stuck with you for some time. Come on, don't be shy...
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I had so many experiencies with deja vu, it is very weird. I don't remember my dreams...I'm the kind who talks when sleep :) walk, sing, run..hahaha...I remember one day that I was sleeping and I dress up to go work and when I got in the kitchen my family was there, I woke up and everyone laughed on me, that was around mid night.
beijos
I totally forgot you were a sleepwalker/talker! I remember one night you woke up and starting talking to me in Portuguese. I kept saying, "I don't understand" and you kept repeating whatever you were saying. Then you got frustrated with me and went back to bed. That was funny.
Ok your metal vagina dream had me cracking up! I'm still laughing...
When I was younger I had this reoccuring dream. I don't remember details because I have not had this dream in years...and it's quite depressing. I have a dream that I was dying to a heart disease...I'm in the hospital, alone...no family, no friends...just me. I die...alone. I'm seeing myself at the funeral (overhead...like a fly on the wall)...and no one is there. Man, writing it down like this makes it even more depressing. I'm glad I'm not having that dream anymore!
Do you think this could be about your traumatic experience at your house in highschool when your parents were away? Interesting none the less. I mean, not as interesting as a metal vagina...but interesting...
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