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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 10:57 am
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I would like some perspectives about a series of dreams I am having. Of course, I will not take any one's idea of a meaning to heart but it will help me, like a brain storm. Even when I was a child, I was fighting this dark figure. To explain, I have very detailed dreams of these fights, so that sometimes it feels like I am trying to hide from them by saying they are dreams. It, the dark figure, seems to come out of nowhere and just come toward me.....waiting for me to make a move, or forcing me to by backing me into a corner. Most of the time it comes from a reflective surface, like a window that is harder to see through at the time. The last time it was the dark figure I was looking for, I was afraid it was going to hurt someone in my family. This is because I had seen glimpses of it moving around and it wasn't directly coming after me, for the first time. So, at one point I looked outside, early in the morning, maybe 1 a.m, and I didn't see anything outside but i did see everything behind me in the reflection. Looking back I realize I was not in the reflection....until the figure popped it's head out from the side of the window, and it cleared into a dark image of my face, with glowing red eyes as a cherry on top. I started to run because this new twist of events, after seeing it as an anonymous figure for so long, scared me to death. I looked back just in time to see it fade through the glass and start to chase me. It was slightly faster and caught up to me. I turned around.....and stopped time, or rather I had an infinite amount of time to think in that moment. All of these ideas flew around my mind until I decided to fight it, to the death, and to win once and for all. At that thought, almost like a missing piece, time restarted itself and it was lounging at me, I lounged back which it was not expecting, but I stayed low and punched it in the lower stomach. My hand got stuck and as I punch it in the face with my left fist it's right hand turned into a blade, and it stabbed me. Though, I knew I would not lose, or rather die. At that time it felt like it was being sucked into my wound.....by who's choice I still don't know, but when it started I passed out and woke up later. After that I have had blood red dreams. In one of which I saw my entire family murdered, in another I saw myself killed. I call them blood red dreams because I see everything through a blood red tint. So any ideas of what these might mean?
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 1:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 1:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 3:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 11:38 pm
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Well, most of the time I was scared out of my mind. I was sure I would die almost every time. So when I wasn't killed instantly I was sure I was being toyed with. From it's dark form, it's murderous aura, and the fact that it had a possibility of going after others at any time I think the dreams are me really fighting my fear. It is the unknown, death, and loss all in one, in a convenient form, because I could do something about it. Though, I think it is something else too, because it keeps coming back. It is the internal conflict that probably stems from when I was a child raised in such a way that I was afraid not listening to my elders even the ones on tv who told me not to change the channel made me a bad person(why I dislike extreme forms of religion). It is me blaming myself for everything bad and my struggle with everything that comes with it. Though, there are a few more aspects that I hoped getting someones else's vague ideas on the matter might help clear up. Like the blood red dreams.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 9:18 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 1:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 1:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 8:43 pm
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