Dream Interpretation

Amateur dream interpreter, willing to interpret dreams (others much welcomed to join in). We can also talk about dream interpretation itself, whether there's anything to it or if it's just bullsoykaf. I don't have too much free time, so won't be able to interpret very fast so understand it may take a while for me to get to you

i don't subscribe to supernatural soykaf that much but i had a recent dream that seems worth a look if you want to, just out of curiosity it started with myself and a close friend out in a wooded area with lots of about knee-length grass, driving his car (without any issues despite the kind of rough terrain, his car is one of the very low sports types) i told him to watch out for ditches, and sure enough we came up to a long ditch several feet across and deep. he tried to find a way around but at one end it terminated at a chainlink fence and the other went on for quite a ways, so he decided to jump it i got out of the car and he sped over the ditch, making it across. then he continued, going quite fast up and down some small, smooth hills in the area and occasionally catching some air. on one of the jumps the car flipped in the air, landing on the roof then rolling back upright when i got to the car i saw the roof had folded into a kind of wedge in the middle and completely split my friend's head in half in a pretty gory fashion woke up breathing a bit hard and kind of mildly distraught

>>1778 AGH! So sorry to have left you waiting for so long >supernatural soykaf I don't know that it is supernatural (though it certainly can be, possibly). We don't know the purpose of dreams, and the theory that seems most likely to me is that they are a means of conditioning the conscious mind. Anyway, (and do note it's been years since I've done this) Maybe, the path you are taking with your friend may be going smoothly now, but in time it'll eventually become risky, and he'll refuse to stop and just dodge headfirst into things, whether you are with or without him How does this analysis feel? If incorrect, can you provide some more details maybe?

Moderator of r/Dreams created a course on dream interpretation, if anyone wants to learn: https://dreamschool.teachable.com/ Even if you don't want a dream interpreted or would rather do it yourself, we can still post interpretations and compare

Recently I had a dream that I went to pick at something on my arm, a zit or something, and when I did I pulled out an enormous white worm with some black coloring (kind of like a grub). I then noticed that there was a grub looking creature in one of my fingers. I spent a while trying to pull it out but was unsuccessful because it kept grabbing onto my finger's insides with its pincers.

>>1988 Was any of this painful? Also, what did you feel emotionally?

>>1991 It wasn't painful, but I was a little scared

>>1988 >pick at something on my arm >...when I did I pulled out an enormous white worm The worm likely represents some problem in your life or within you that is leeching from you. That you just had to pick at it to find it, may indicate that it's something that's very thinly veiled, just beneath the surface. That you were able to get it out with relative ease means that when you identify it, that you need to act immediately so that you can rid yourself of it. >a grub looking creature in one of my fingers There's something else of the same nature, again, just at your fingertips. And that it's in your fingers can reference that it;s hindering your dexterity, maybe monetarily, mentally, emotionally, etc. That it's so deep and hard to remove, maybe something that's been growing for years- perhaps you have to rid a part of yuorself to get rid of it Are there persons in your life that seem to be leaching onto you and holding you back? This may be what the dream is telling you about. Or perhaps, you have habits that you don't realize may've become addictions Sorry for being so late. Please tell me what you think

I was naked in my car waiting for someone then I got bored and went on a joy ride. For some reason I don't know of, I got out of the car, but now I'm walking naked on the highway, I reach a wearhouse ( it's dark out now) I am at the entrance, I see someone coming up in his car. He got out and said he was sorry for being late. He than chased me until I was stuck somewhere in the wearhouse. He murdered me with rusty scissors.

>>2010 Hmm, how is it that one can interpret another's dreams? I read part of Freud's On Dreams, and it seems as if it is all very personal. The latent content and its associations can only be understood by the dreamer, and therefore, its meaning must be deduced by the dreamer as well.

I dreamed OpenBSD developers were our last hope against a black hole clashing in the sky, creating thunder-like white forms in the sky during a rainstorm. That was a cool dream.

I was sitting outdoors as the dream began. Someones father(?) who I believe I had wronged came outside and gave me a coat. He calmly confronted me. "Don't you feel any guilt at all?" I began the long walk home through a winding transformative path. Anyone I passed would be able to see my thoughts. I tried to stay as inconspicously upbeat as possible, despite my clear sadness. What was initially a brisk walk was now a desperate floating into the night. I passed a childhood friend and noticed my furrowed brow offsetting my forced smile as I neared him. A green frog was now perched on my outstretched finger as I opened the door, and I felt his grasp with unexpected clarity. As I passed over the threshold, previously accepting the frog in, I came to a realisation: "You can't stay here, My cat would eat you" I told him, wordlessly. I shook my finger a little, and looked into his glistening black eye. After turning towards the door, he begrudgingly listened. With some pain, he hopped back out into the entryway. He would hop up annoyedly whenever I'd try to close the door, either to annoy or prevent me from closing the door. Finally, I hit his tooth through the roof of his mouth with the edge of the door. He squealed in excruciating pain, and I became half conscious in the wake of a decision. I could tend to the creature, and risk further pain, or "let it be" and wake up. I chose the latter.

>>2140 >how is it that one can interpret another's dreams? By interpreting it wrong, i.e. bullshiting. We don't dream in metaphors like people here seem to think.

>>2140 >>2170 OP here- you may both very well be right. Dreams are intensely personal and we've all different symbols and internal imagery- but I also think we can be very similar at times, especially within similar cultures. I think we do have many shared general associations. I don't think we can really know if dreams are metaphorical or not, either way any interpretation should be taken with salt

I had this weird dream last night. I was watching some kind of obstacle course event while chatting up Sara Sigmundsdóttir and she was having a good laugh with my very corny jokes. In the dream I was speaking English which makes sense since Sara doesn't speak Dutch but I never dream in English so it was kind of weird. I don't even like crossfit either.

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>>1988 That reminds me of a dream I had once where there was some kind of fungus sticking out through my tear ducts. It was long and white, and looked a lot like pipe cleaner. I was scared to try to do anything about it myself, because I thought that the fungus might be growing on my brain, and that I would die if I tried to pull it out. In the dream I had some kind of conversation with my mom, hoping that she would see the fungus and say something about it and know how to deal with it, but she just kind of ignored it and pretended it wasn't there.

>>1749 I have dreamed I could fly over the Ocean by jumping off a cliff if my siblings believed I could so we did and I could actually fly... And found this remote house in another dream where weird things happen, I walked through a wall and these suited agents appeared to attack me & I teleported them out of there/ felt super powerful.

>>1749 The only re-occuring dream I have. It starts with someone else, (a friend, or co-worker, someone I know) discovering this machine. A machine I have prior experience with. This machine, or kind of a computer, is made of all kinds of components, mechanical linkages, hydraulics, pneumatics, electrical, some parts of the machine are literally text-on-paper books on shelves. It was assembled over a period of decades, or possibly centuries, by a single person, who continuously added to the machine bit by bit, integrating new technologies as they were invented. Making countless modifications and upgrades, leaving it a disorderly amalgamation, which would appear to be a total clusterfuck to anyone but its creator. It's all one big connected system hidden beneath the floors and within the walls of some real-life location that i've been to. I'm familiar with this machine when the dream starts. I've used it before, and I have some kind of relation to the creator. (sometimes it's my dad, one of my old teachers, etc.) The machine can be used to, among other things, tell the future. However, it has a kind of monkey's-fist effect, that you can use it to tell the future, and gain all sorts of advantages from that knowledge, but it will never end well for you. at the beginning of the dream, I always warn the person who has discovered the machine that they want no part of it, but they're always too eager to try it, and end up regretting it. The machine possibly also has some limited sentience, or self-awareness, because at the end of the dream I have a conversation with it.

>>2232 I like that dream. It's quite inspiring :D

This is the only "dream" i've had twice, i'm not sure if it was or some form of sleep paralysis. I say that because the dreams take place in my bed at night, so i may be just opening my eyes while i transition into consciousness. Still, i find it interesting that the same happened twice, since i've never had a recurring dream. So i'm laying in my bed, there are spirits in my room, i can't see them but i know they are there and can feel the tension and fear. I try to get up but their force is pushing me back. It isn't that i can't move, it's that i'm struggling against them. As if you were walking against an extremely powerful wind, except it felt more like a strong pressure in your chest. The first time i've had it was some years ago, at some point i think i fell from the bed? I don't remember it that well. The second time was last night, main difference being that it was the end of a nightmare i was having. I don't remember exactly what happened in it, but i know there were ghosts in it that i also couldn't see, my dad was involved, i was at a fast food restaurant at some point, and that nothing particulary terrifying happened, but there was an underlying, unsettling feeling of insecurity, uneasiness and terror. As i said, it ended with me going to bed, spirits around me, a strong force against my chest as i tried to get up. This time my consciousness faded for a moment and when it came back, it took a good minute to realize i had woken up. It still took effort to get up again tho.

i've dreamt a girl last night never met her before i'm going to meet her today

>>1749 Yeah, I'll bite. I recently had a dream that I did brain surgery on myself and almost completely hacked off my entire left temporal lobe before realizing that I'd broken the blood-brain barrier and would probably die of infection. I then panicked in-dream and I can't remember the rest.

>>2310 textbook sleep paralysis

>>2232 You are the machine. The people who created it are your mentors in life. You have the ability to affect the future but you are afraid of fuarrrking it up.

Had some weird-ass apocalypse dream. I don't remember much and it has been a couple hours since I woke. Beginning was pretty typical meeting people and going to point a to b via car, in a suburban landscape with the dream-typical black sky but feeling more like pre-storm November. From there was just scattered congregation with a whole bunch of people I casually 'knew' (none irl) in a decrepit, concrete-laden cityscape. A couple things were being anticipated... getting food from a small convenience store as a group, checking out a different locale, catching some video screening that was outside, presumably on a large scale projection in the sky. There was a lot of sea around, and the group I was with eventually made way to a small bridge over where the land broke out to sea. After a minute or so on this bridge the loudest screech, almost siren-like sound suddenly hits... freaking DEAFENING, remember thinking I was glad my ears even held up during it. Like, objectively one of the loudest sounds I've ever experienced, it's insane I didn't wake up from it. Everybody was kind of captivated and reacting like 'uhhh wth' about it, the sound eventually stopped after 20 seconds and we all kind of looked at eachother with this dread in the air, then the dream changed slightly. Queue to overhead of the landscape, where I was putting together sections of the land. Definitely inspired by Zelda Link's Awakening dungeon-building mode. I find myself seaside on this assembled land and everybody is taking a break from talking shelter in the houses and heading out to sea. Most of us are on small rafts and I'm getting in and out of the water, and a group decides to head further out in sea, which they offer me to come along and I refuse. I head back inland in a timejump into one of the houses and start hearing gunshots and pops far off in the distance. There's somebody with me on guard duty and I'm watching TV as this happens, and I suggest we should take cover. This guard I'm with is fuarrrking lax as hell but agrees, and kind of sort of does stuff to prepare for conflict (I remember being a bit annoyed by the lack of mobility of this fellow). I turn off the TV, retract some blinds, and take cover in the bathroom, everything perceptually making me feel small. The gunshots get louder and I can hear bodies moving towards the place. The guard man I'm with checks in with me and I comment to him, "Shit man, we're fuarrrking dead aren't we?" After this the dream shifts to a shelter, busted up with supplies scattered about. It was hard to breathe and I was asking where the hell the air tanks were. Thinking it wasn't going so well, a reset dialogue appears as some meta-dream option. I opt for it and the dream restarts with me and the accomplice heading out to the same shelter, scuba-diving to it. The gear had no actual air intake but it was presumed to be there. Visual overlay with my air levels running dangerously low. When we got inside I desperately case the place for a replacement airtank and my accomplice is searching as well, with the same slowness as the aforementioned guard. The inside felt less like an underwater building and more like an abandoned home in space, and the suffocation was more like having nothing but carbon monoxide to breathe. I'm commenting that if I don't find something immediately I'm dead. I get asked by my accomplice what he should do with me afterwards, I say I don't care throw me out in the sea. Eventually the dream fades to black and I wake up. ^Just wanted to share with yall, it was definitely an interesting series of dreams lol

>>2311 I dont know about you lains, but I have had some troubling premonitions, not because they are bad, but because they are too confusing. I can differentiate between premonitions and dreams, because my premonitions are too much like memories of things that have never happened. But without going into too much detail, I have recently had a number of premonitions: The first was me standing there, and a small child running to me and I grasped it in my arms, and there was a woman there (presumably a gf/wife or something) who made a comment about the child running to me with the implication that the child was mine. The next dream was me sitting across from a woman at a table and we were eating, and she chuckled and made a comment about our marriage. I never think about marriage, and I have had too many premonitions happen (i.e. seeing some confusing dream , then later actually having the experience in my dream) I used to keep a dream journal just to corroborate events, but I got rid of it after it started happening too frequently and I didn't want people to think I was crazy. While these dreams are not bad by societal standards , they are not the future I wanted, so it is all very confusing, especially since I have never seen the woman who was in my dream. If lain could see the future, would lain try to change anything?

>>2453 That's wild man. How accurate exactly is it? Like is it just the general event, or completely 1-to-1 where even innocuous details like weather, clothes, setting, and so on match? As long as these premonitions aren't foreboding doom I would take them as they are, but any details surrounding the premonition would be worth noticing to try to learn from as well. You could focus your goals to make the good parts of the dream reality, and the bad parts prepare the best you can. Like, you may know the house is about to be on fire, but you can still bring water. Also I do think you should get back on the dream journal. If it works it works, no reason to call your sanity into question.

>>2454 >How accurate exactly is it? Like is it just the general event, or completely 1-to-1 where even innocuous details like weather, clothes, setting, and so on match? 1-1 is how they play out, I can wake up remembering them too just like a memory of an experience, but the people, places, and objects are often unfamiliar. The strange part is how when I actually meet the people or go to the places, I feel like I have already been there (physically impossible) the last one that happened was in another country I had never been to until a few weeks ago. Thinking back to it, the oldest one I can remember happening was a little over a decade ago, when I dreamed about what turned out to be my new school and new classmates that I had never met. The only problem with "preparing" for these dreams is that they are often lacking in crucial context to help me define the dream, imagine an IRL pic unrelated of something like a slice of life without a time or place. Even if I could prepare for these dreams, the best I could do is yell "DEJA VU" when it happens. sometimes I try to get the context, but the focal point is on a very specific object in the room, or a specific hand movement by one person, so the entire surrounding is a bit of a blur. Think of it like how when you type on your computer, everything around you is there, but you do not see it unless you focus on it.

Had an extremely awkward dream where I dated a pretty woman who had a dog on the leash. The dog was in-dream a regular dog, except it was a creepy as fuarrrk dog man hybrid in a tracksuit. His face was human but horribly warped like at the early stages before becoming a werewolf. He acted like a mentally retarded person trying to mimick a dog, and he was friendly with me, licking my hands which made me uncomfortable. We went to the theatre to see a play and I hated it all. A girl that was this woman's friend also joined us and she brought a cat (or a rabbit?) and the dogman started playing with it but it was clearly hurting it and the other animal was scared. I was conflicted but in the end I took the other animal from the dogman and started mistreating it. It was an extremely disturbing dream, that face was a nightmare to look at.

>>1749 I dont think that dream interpreters are bullshit theres is some science backing it up , dreams are a portal to your subconscious but they are really cryptic and you have to decode them in order to understand yourself

>>1749 i had feelings for a girl, she may had feelings for me, is all really up in the air because she did act weird she ended up moving to another country and i never acted on those feelings a month after she moved i started having the same dream over and over, i was looking for her but couldn find her what could i mean?

I have something really classic. I agree to attempt an armed robbery with a former friend of mine. I remembered him as someone extremely clumsy and unreliable. We're robbing some tools from a shop because he needs cash, i just get in out of my concern for him or something. I take people inside on a gun point, he goes to loot the other room, but intimidating ppl while trying to cover my face with my hand gets hard, plus new customers come in. So I decide to fuarrrk off together with him, it feels we really failed to prepare well for this, I didn't even have a mask. Then it's a comedy of errors. We can't find where we parked cars at, as we are ready to leave sirens show up, then we miraculously run away and I'm left worrying about hiding the gun, alibis, making sure he won't rat me out (i don't trust his mental fortitude). It's like I'm carrying this burden for someone incompetent, while still possibly under pursuit. I have other semi-common dreams about hiding from law, literally escaping police cars, or interrogations, where I know I'm guilty of something. I think there's rather universal symbols in this, so if another user could point me to it, that'd be welcome. Maybe you dreamt something similar, and deciphered what it meant for you already?

Is anyone still doing this? I had one of these dreams tonight where I woke up (in the middle of the night btw) and felt totally happy. It's a little sad to realize it was just an illusion but it still gives me hope and makes me feel better, especially because I was pretty depressed yesterday. >sitting in a car with a girl I like (we're friends irl), she drives >it gets darker and darker, the stars rise and for the first time in my life I see the milky way at the nightsky >completely amazed by the stunning view, I love the nightsky so this was great >tell her I would like to stop the car to look at it from outside From here on its a little blurry, I'm typing this in bed just after waking up im the morning to avoid forgetting more but this dream has been hours ago >we both leave the car and eventually lay down on the ground >get closer to each other >cuddle up on the floor and just look at the sky while talking >I don't remember the details unfortunately but she said some really nice things I've had similar dreams once every couple of weeks now, they are a sort of cope as it seems but it works. It gives me hope that I won't be lonely forever and even though the situations are pretty unrealistic, the girl didn't act that fake. I mean, she could probably have said some of these things in the right setting, that's at least what I believe and that gives me hope and motivation.

>>1749 Was looking for a place to dump my dream this thread seems appropriate. So I can't stop dreaming about things I consume: movies, tv shows, books, etc. I used to dream about real things, dreaming about fiction was rare, but now I can't stop dreaming about fiction. This night I had a dream about George Orwell's 1984, O'Brien and Julia were there and for some fuarrrking reason I associated, while I was reading the book, O'Brien with Zeke Jaeger from Shingeki no Kyojin (or Attack on Titan, I don't know how you call it in your country). It was weird enough to imagine Zeke Jaeger from a soykafty shonen anime saying soykaf like "the place where there is no darkness" and cryptic crap like that I hate being a fuarrrking weeb like for real it was already stupid to READ THE BOOK with a goddamn anime character in there completely out of place but now this mf is in my dreams too like seriously that's just sooo lame. Not even looking for a interpretation just wanted to vent about this Pic from Zeke Jaeger and how O'Brien is actually described. I don't know how I thought of him while reading the description of O'Brien.

This one is sort of recurring, in the sense that there is a very precise physical feeling that I have only felt in these sorts of dreams. In these dreams, I am floating. Usually it's like I'm swimming through the air, sometimes it starts off like I'm just walking but by feet aren't on the ground. Usually not a lot happens, but I often wake up immediately after and I'm always worried that I will *actually* start floating, because for some reason that sensation feels really real. In the most recent one, I started floating on accident in public, I tried to be inconspicuous but a lot of people stared and I was embarrassed.

weird dream. I expressed my (fairly tame) views about covid-19 and my mom's friend, whose dad recently died of covid irl, blew up at me. We got into a shouting match, and I woke up feeling angry and uncomfortable. I would *never* do anything like that irl, I know when a topic is too sensitive to deal with. So it was pretty weird to dream about it.

I was watching this youtube video called "top 10 nazis who never saw justice" or something along those lines and fell asleep near the end of the video. I dreamt that I was a judge at Nuremburg and ended up giving all the defendants extremely short sentences, like only a few months and the jews in the crowd were all kvetching loudly and asking if this was some kind of mistake. I remember that I justified it with some weird technicality that can only exist in dream logic but don't recall what it was.

>>5051 Was it the original trials or taking place in present time where they are just a bunch of really old people with one foot in the grave?

>>5052 Original trials in 1945.

can someone tell me what the fuarrrk my dreams where i have sex with my brother means? i am 18 and straight, and he is 12. in the latest one i was somewhere with him. i was sitting on the ground and he was standing up, then i counted my fingers several times and i always counted six, so i realized it was a dream. (i count my fingers in strange situations since i was interested in lucid dreams.) then i was thinking what i could do in a lucid dream, and i just thought in fuarrrk him. then we teleported to my room. my bed was a bunk. he was naked in my bed and i just put my dick in his ass, and then i woke up with a light ejaculation. i had several dreams where i count six fingers and i do nothing, so i still do not know if it was lucid or not. (i hope it was not.)

>>5086 flight of fancy. The idea popped into your head and you went with it because you were in a dream. Don't take sex dreams to literally. My friend did once and it basically ruined her relationship.

This night i dreamt of raping woman. Conventionally attractive brunette with glasses, cross between pornstar and librarian. I shut her mouth with hand cause she tried to scream, i wanted to fuarrrk her doggy, but for some reason i was not able to "reach" vagina (small dick?). Then i spread her arsehole and i think i reached it, because it started getting pleasurable, but it had to be early morning, mother woke me up, no happy ending. Anyway i was pretty cheerful today, so i hope i will get more dreams like that! Not sure what caused it. I masturbated this saturday. Yesterday i took some melatonin for sleep, and read Capital for half hour before sleep

>>5092 it iz disguzting 2 know people liek u exist az normal people in thiz world. It is normal 2 have thoughts and dreams u r ashamed of but to want them and get off on them ??????! thatz gross, u r disgusting :(

>>5086 i take it to mean you feel close to your brother but because your are young you still put love and lust together. Dreams can be like an intrusive thought, they don't have to mean anything.

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Had an oddly intense dream tonight. I went to a bar alone out of curiosity, something I have never tried irl. There I sat and started to feel somewhat uncomfortable which apparently showed, because the owner of that bar came to my table with a bottle of whiskey and poured me a glass, telling me something along the lines of "You look like you need it, this ones on me. I'm here if you need to talk". So it felt like everyone around me assumed that I must have had something tragic happen to me, and I started to feel like it had even though I knew that it hadn't. I just played along and acted (and even felt) incredibly sad, just said don't want to talk about it but still felt great gratitude for the barkeeper. I left after a while, not before meeting some girl I know from school (I finished school years ago and haven't seen her since, have never been close to her either but somehow she appears in my dreams every now and then in minor roles) who also appeared to have experienced some great loss or something and said to me in a concerned tone that she hopes everything is fine with me but looks like it isn't. So shortly before I woke up I thanked the barkeeper with a big tip and felt like he is my closest friend (this guy only appeared in my dreams, don't know him or that bar) and at the same time I felt both deeply grateful that such nice people exist and sad without a reason. If someone has ideas for interpretation that would be interesting, otherwise it just felt nice typing it out because I have been thinking about it the whole day.

I see this thread is mostly dead so i will try to revive it as i also need some help lately. It's a series of three dreams that deal with guilt and who is guilty. I had them consecutively in the span of two nights. First dream: I am in a town that looks like silent hill. Someone presents me a rich landlord of the city. The aspect is striking: it is a jew, a black man and a red haired man at the same time. I noticed how these three are all archetypical "demons" or "persecuted" people in history. I find myself in a biker gang going around the town. They throw firecrackers everywhere and i try to stop them without success. The strange thing is that no one comes out of the houses and the atmosphere is calm, almost sad and foggy, it really feels like an abandoned city. Some fires are started and i try to stop them. When i return to the main plaza, i encounter a wood worker that is stacking wood. He gets angry at me and he asks me if i was responsible for the fires, to which i reply no feeling desperation. At this point, my mother comes out of nowhere and convinces the workers that it's all the fault of the rich landlord and it always was. After this episode i find myself at night in the middle of the town, inside a "research van" sealed from the outside. I am with someone else and i feel like he is a very good friend of mine. The research van apparently works with water and at some point it runs out of it, so it starts to go slower. We start to get scared while the van silently goes deeper into the abandoned town in the classic streets. We take courage and we open the back door of the van. A man (normal man, not a monster) runs from the fog screaming and bumps into the back of the van, then runs to where he came from inside the fog. We panic and we run away in the same direction which i realize is the direction to go out of the town. We get lost and i find myself alone. The outskirts of the town are darker than anything else and i am scared. In confusion, i realize i made an error by getting out of the town and suddenly i bump on a lone wood fence with a writing. It says: "Defend the wall". The dream ends, and i wake up with a latin phrase in mind: "Ipsum mortem", which means "Death itself". Second dream: I am eating dinner with my family. At the table there is also Vladimir Putin (it's funny, you can laugh). Remember that dreams often take real life objects as blueprints to paint archetypes on. Needless to say i don't support any side of the war as it's not my business and i am also not russian, so it's not one of those "fanboy" dreams. It's almost scary though, as he looks like a demon or an alien because he has violet or almost silver skin, which makes me think of a mephistophele archetype. At some point, someone alarms him of some attacks. Then, he tells me that "it's hard to be a king", to carry the weight, to which i feel simpatethic about it, I feel like he understands me as these words resonated with me. To comfort him (i do this a lot in real life) i tell him that it's the world that is a rotten mess in our age. Then he tells me "it's all the fault of Obama" (another accusation towards a persecuted archetype, by the way) to which i reply that he was in fact a spy and he agrees. I don't remember the ending but i think i help him decide how to start (or end?) some war by advicing to strike a petroleum refinery with the biggest warhead he has. This is while we are in a building in an abandoned military base. The dream ends. Third dream: In a flat, I am following a case with a famous detective (Columbo, again, you can laugh) as we were advised by a woman that this is where the killer is (again, another person accused to be guilty of something). The woman was followed by an assistant. We enter the dark apartament and no one seems to be there. We enter a small room with tools and random stuff and we also don't find anything. I then notice one of the many panels one the wall which is strangely raised from it. I use something to get it off from it and i find a room with a woman (the killer we were searching) taking a shower. The case seems closed as we found the killer. Then, as i exit the small room, something strikes me. Something so obvious it's incredible i did not notice before. I know the woman that helped us find the killer is in reality herself the killer, and he deceived us into thinking the woman who took a shower in the hidden room was the killer all along, when there was no proof whatsoever. I was sure she deceived us as i realized with a laugh and as I see the woman's assistant, it feels like i say to him "do you got it?" to which he replies yes by laughing too. The dream ends.

I went with a guide to see something I believe to be very old, he the strong silent type stoically guiding me through something that makes another kind of sense than supposedly logical reality... Through veils of darkness and deeper metaphor (such as a swimming pool with a blurry grey light through which could be sensed abandoned high-rise constructions with a mountain background) we eventually were overlooking some sort of place... a city. It felt alive. The city itself, like it was organic, a living beast lying there with inhabitants within... There was nothing but the city to be seen, as if it was all that existed in this dimension. It was large, I was seeing it from above seeing details and larger structures almost all some sort of sand stone... the hues were soft pink, red pastel, with darker shades and sometimes green, I felt was the colors of the innards of a beast. There was a population in these narrow streets going on and about in some strange madness. I felt it was an old disease, they were doing their own time most just walking, some selling and haggling, some on street corners screaming... some whoring... killing, feeding, bleeding, sweltering underneath the heat of old crazy... among the stones, some rubble, fights and accusations, in a general cadence of antagonism. Everyone was on their own. They were all staring at each other, or overly conscious they belonged to a group throng knowing how fast it could turn on them if they weren't vicious enough... hard to describe. It was one of the oldest mentalities I can think of. The kind of city with bearded balding old aggressors half crazy half evil, unconscious in their actions, hurting and sinning without thinking. Stone, sand, clay, dirt. There was no serious technology. I quickly thought of the Babylonians or the ancient hebrews. It was utter, organized chaos... a very high degree of competition... no joy except that to have swindled a fool. Greed. People did not sleep. In the depths of the city more obscure things, primal discomforts, more silent, way less crowded. Almost sub-aquatic. A very old, very deep bizarre, from a time maybe even since dinosaurs. Perhaps older, I don't know. There was no good virtue in this place. I was watching such frenzy and understood that every single soul in it was likely to know completely well that it was their trap. That what kept them trapped there was to be found in some aspect of their own selves. In the way they think. The way their logic goes. And some of them were fine with that. Some of them despaired. But most of them, upon somehow entering it, eventually lost themselves in this city, and became like all the others. Even just to survive. And many would eventually never come to leave. My guide told me that all dark thoughts feed this city. All curses and hatreds and despairs end up in there. These persons were trapped down a hole they threw themselves into and could rely on no other strength than their own to climb out again. The city felt familiar to me. I came to the conclusion that the only way to escape this deeply cursed place is to be a selfless, genuinely good person... of course these damned would be allergic to that, and if something was to happen inside on such person down there, I'd be tempted to believe every single citizen would turn on that person and become completely hostile... with nothing else could calm them down but the person surrendering their retrieved inner light. There is some sense of deep disruption, and they are causing this to each other, in a way that perpetuates and guarantees nothing but restless misery. At some point earlier I was being guided by a something that was telling me about how I have multiple facettes of myself that are all akin to version good and bad, and that they are all trying to get somewhere. I almost feel that I am being warned.

>>6887 What image is that? Sorry for asking.

I had a dream where I was in a red desert. I was naked, and looking up, there was an angel with a golden spear in his right hand and perhaps a severed head in his left hand. This angel is completely black, like a shadow, has no face, but has hair, red and black armor, and 4 very large wings. This angel points behind me and throws the spear between my feet, after which several cherubs came to me and dressed me in red and black metal armor. Clad in the armor, I pull the spear between my feet, and after that, the desert floor begins to crack between my feet. Looking back, I see an eclipse, and it seemed as if the sun itself would hit the earth, in addition to the black sun, the clouds were pink, the sky was slightly reddish, and the sea was blood red. This crack followed the sun, splitting several meters of desert, when it got close to the sea, it began to freeze and crack, after the crack ran across the entire sea, it began to crack the sky, passing between the clouds and going behind the Sun. After that, the crack remained still for about 2 seconds, and then it appeared, cracking the sun itself, causing a white light to come out from within. Suddenly, the sun breaks like a boiled egg, and out comes a knight all in white. I wake.