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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 4:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 4:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 5:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 6:50 pm
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There are at least a few days every month where I have recurring dreams, sometimes a the same dream I've had a year ago will come back...but the outcome is always slightly different. For example, if I'm running away from something, the first time I would survive, the second time I end up dying.
I really want to take psychology so I can make sense of my crazy subconscious.
My friend told me that when you dream about zombies...you subconsciously want sex; and when you dream about sex, you want sleep. <********, I dream of zombies more than sex- I must be a horny b***h.
W/e. Anyways, if anyone's pyscho-savvy and wants to interpret my latest dream...go on ahead.
dream I'm in the ocean at the beach, the water's shallow, about knee high as far as the eye can see, the sea is cloudy and there are no waves. For some reason, this doesn't bother me. My friend points out a small alcove/cave that I'd never seen before (it was a beach that I was supposedly familiar with). "Go here, we'll escape the jellyfish!" She says. I tell her that it wasn't their migration season yet, but out of paranoia I follow her anyways. I guess it was too dark to see, or I wasn't watching were I was going, but I suddenly fall through a hole in the bottom of the cave, plummeting down into unknown oblivion.The scene changes. At this point, I wake up in some well-trimmed garden maze and I am strongly reminded of Alice in Wonderland. There are people walking around, but they have blurred faces, they’re looking at various paintings that are mounted on the walls of the hedgerows- god knows how they're hung up- but yea… dream logic. I watch myself walk through the labyrinth, telling myself to avoid dead ends where there lay traps, giant spider, other nasties. (possible Harry Potter allusion). There’s an exit sign, and I contemplate to leave…but some driving intuition tells me that I have to find the most beautiful piece of the gallery- I just had to. I find it at the very back of the labyrinth, the atmosphere is dark, stormy and I would have felt sick to my stomach if not for my utter amazement at how wonderful the painting was. It depicted a woman sitting in the streets of France, Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” is swirling in the background, and there are…figures of prancing Sponge Bobs melded into the scenery. At the time, I loved the whole concept of mixing different styles. The painting seemed like the best thing in the world. The labyrinth disappears and is somehow replaced by a white room, the kind you find in museums. A security guard yells at me that I’m standing too close to my best friend’s painting (the same one who told me to go into the cave). When I hear to her name, I suddenly become so very jealous…like fuming mad and I feel like I want to tear the painting apart. But I refrain myself (which is unusual…I usually just run with any intense emotions in my dreams.) Then, I walk away.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 7:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 6:01 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 11:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:38 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:39 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 7:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:37 pm
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I had the most random and yummy dream ever...
It started like this: I was playing Gaia at home, and someone told me there's a secret stash of Hershy's chocolate at my school. Then somehow, I got to school, and my teacher told us to follow her into the girls' bathroom... When we got there, my teacher picked out 2 fat guys and she located a crack in the wall. Then she told the fat guys to pull apart the wall from the crack. When they did that, they saw a handle and pulled it. Inside, it was a room filled with Hershy's chocolate!! I imediatly saw a pile of Hershy bars that were about 4 feet tall, so I dived right into it. Then a teacher came up to me and said, "No." Then I dropped a few, and said, "This?" And she said, "O.K." That's the point where I woke up.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 1:02 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 1:04 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 5:23 am
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