what does my dream mean?

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what does that dreamboat mean

roger b cushman (jergins), Thursday, 19 February 2009 00:15 (fifteen years ago) link

i'm asking YOU

я рилли (harbl), Thursday, 19 February 2009 00:41 (fifteen years ago) link

Quick, what font is "He, he" written in? This is kinda important

Blimey G. Blamegarten (unregistered), Friday, 20 February 2009 00:53 (fifteen years ago) link

He, he sunset fade serif bold

я рилли (harbl), Saturday, 21 February 2009 01:10 (fifteen years ago) link

i had a dream that a girl i went to college w/ who was also from vermont was driving up and i looked out the window and she had a pet pig (a really big one) who had an injured foot. it was wrapped. she was driving her saab but he was walking on a leash (don't know how this was possible). i really don't like her. what does this mean?

class act, thanks bro (tehresa), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 16:17 (fifteen years ago) link

in the past few months, i've been entertaining the idea of having a pet pig. but then i think they would be expensive to feed. i wonder what i would call it.

Lingbert, Tuesday, 24 February 2009 17:14 (fifteen years ago) link

i would really really like to have a pet pig. they are one of my favorite animals. i like living in cities and wouldn't not live in one but i'm way interested in farm animals. like maybe i could get some hens someday.

я рилли (harbl), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 17:37 (fifteen years ago) link

i wonder what i would call it.

― Lingbert, Tuesday, February 24, 2009 12:14 PM

www.artpassions.net ?

eman, Tuesday, 24 February 2009 17:41 (fifteen years ago) link

I had this dream where for some reason I got into trouble with the police. After a long chase involving the subway system of a fictitious city, they caught up with me at the flop house where I was renting a room. Actually I knew it was a dream while it was happening, because the police were so polite. Anyway, they decide to issue me with a tag, but instead of the standard ankle collar, it was a white T-shirt with a radio aerial sticking up out of the right shoulder. Also it had a picture of the Queen Mother on it, with "

this is the queen mum
" printed underneath.

snoball, Tuesday, 24 February 2009 18:19 (fifteen years ago) link

i had a dream that a girl i went to college w/ who was also from vermont was driving up and i looked out the window and she had a pet pig (a really big one) who had an injured foot. it was wrapped. she was driving her saab but he was walking on a leash (don't know how this was possible). i really don't like her. what does this mean?

The pig represents the primal, untamed aspects of the girl's personality. Does she indulge in her own base desires at the expense of other people's feelings? Does she get herself into messy, difficult situations out of habit, and does she tend to forget her manners? At any rate, you dislike her because of her "piglike" qualities.

The fact that the pig has an injured foot and a leash suggests that you'd like those qualities to be crippled, to be tethered -- to lose their power, basically. The girl isn't a total bithc, and something about her is worth saving as long as she can reign in her unpleasant tendencies from time to time. The bandage/wrapping shows that you don't mean the girl any ill will. You don't want her to suffer; you just want her to become a bit more likeable so that you can return her goodwill. Of course, you can't expect her to become a perfect person overnight. In some ways the pig will always walk alongside the Saab, so to speak, and you might have to accept that. The girl may actually represent yourself or someone close to you, but that's for you to decide.

[/bs from a dopey non-doctor]

blimey (unregistered), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 18:21 (fifteen years ago) link

(do people still drive Saabs in 2009? I have no idea...)

blimey (unregistered), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 18:22 (fifteen years ago) link

i don't know it was the car from college! i haven't seen or talked to her in years.
unregistered, you are v v insightful, btw.

class act, thanks bro (tehresa), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 18:26 (fifteen years ago) link

awww, thanks!

please Dr. Freud, can you help me dream about this SAAB tonight:

http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/4298/mvc003.jpg

blimey (unregistered), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 18:34 (fifteen years ago) link

ich versuche für dich

dr. freud, Tuesday, 24 February 2009 19:04 (fifteen years ago) link

my gay neighbor drives a saab in '09. his bf drives a bug.

я рилли (harbl), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 19:14 (fifteen years ago) link

http://luciesfarm.com/artman2/uploads/1/normal_waterb12_1_.jpg
is this your friend? kinda clowny looking imo

я рилли (harbl), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 19:15 (fifteen years ago) link

no, that's not her. the pig was also much bigger, and had blackish hair. maybe it was a boar?

class act, thanks bro (tehresa), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 19:20 (fifteen years ago) link

last week i dreamt i was visiting a friend and we walked into this "upscale" "gated community" (i don't think he lived there, we just went there and weren't allowed to be there) and it was infested with huge mutant hamsters, they were bigger than rats. so many rodent dreams!

я рилли (harbl), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 19:25 (fifteen years ago) link

are you sure they were not guinea pigs, in keeping with our theme for the day?

class act, thanks bro (tehresa), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 19:31 (fifteen years ago) link

i think it means that ppl who are so elitist and guarded w/ their precious crap are really monstrous and awful.

class act, thanks bro (tehresa), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 19:32 (fifteen years ago) link

no they were definitely hamsters and way bigger than guinea pigs. they also had huge sharp teeth and claws like rats

я рилли (harbl), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 19:34 (fifteen years ago) link

dr. freud,

i dreamed that i was talking on the phone with a boy (romantingly) and then there was smoke coming from under my bed, i had to hang up to attend to the smoke. i saw there was a shirt under there that was on fire! it took me a bunch of tries to put out the little flame.

i had another dream that i was hiking in a volcanic crater (one to which i have been before) but it only looked like the right place when i looked in a certain direction. everywhere else it looked like the desert, with lots of sand dunes that was someone was daring me to race down. then there was lots of running and people putting me in a car on some kind of thermal (cool) padding and saying something about bees. apparently we'd been attacked and i'd been stung a million times but i didn't know that, and i couldn't feel it. i ended up somehow back home or in a hospital and people kept coming to check on me but i didn't really have a clue what was going on/had happened.

what do my dreams mean?
(i have some guesses re: the first)

yur twit (tehresa), Thursday, 26 February 2009 15:46 (fifteen years ago) link

˘\(o_º)/˘

я рилли (harbl), Thursday, 26 February 2009 22:49 (fifteen years ago) link

where is unregistered at a time like this?

yur twit (tehresa), Thursday, 26 February 2009 22:51 (fifteen years ago) link

he's in line trying to register

я рилли (harbl), Thursday, 26 February 2009 22:52 (fifteen years ago) link

i just checked; he wasn't there.

yur twit (tehresa), Thursday, 26 February 2009 22:53 (fifteen years ago) link

I'm not very good at being summoned, am I? True to my name, I spent the last 24 hours in jail for refusing to send in my draft card.

Since I can't come up with anything non-obvious to say about your first dream, tehresa, I'll leave it for textbook writers to quibble over.

As for the second, I think it's significant that you didn't feel the bee stings or even know about the attack until after people had rushed to your rescue. Maybe you're afraid if you ever run into serious problems ("bees") with work/boyz/drugz/money/whatever, you'll lack the perspective or clarity of mind to realize what a deep hole you've gotten yourself into... leaving your friends and relatives to bail you out, apply thermal padding to your soul, and guide you through convalescence until you're ready to get back on your feet. As independent as you are now, you feel as though you might not be able to identify or cope with certain hard-to-predict dilemmas without outside help. It's not necessarily a bad thing to require that kind of support, but I think being dependent and being a burden on others is a very common fear (it is to me at least).

The crater literally represents that "deep hole" I mentioned, with the volcanic part standing for an unseen danger that lies dormant for long stretches of time before coming to a head in a explosive event that catches you off guard if you're not keeping a close watch. The desert stands for the monotony and seeming endlessness of a certain stage of your life (which ties in to the dormant/explosive cycle), and the foot race stands for the pressure to prove your worth in the midst off all that tedium. The fact that you got assailed by bees, not lava, is a sign that hardships aren't always predictable or logically tied to your surroundings. These factors might be linked together in your mind as a likely cause of the problems described in the last paragraph. If you identify potential threats early and try to break out of the tedium and pressures of daily life, you'll have a much more pleasant hike.

(Freud, of course, would have something dirrty to say about the symbolism of a tall, hard volcano that spurts warm liquid out a narrow opening. But this isn't "ask Doctor Freud," so you may as well ignore the old cigar-smoking coot)

dumbsocietypigeons (unregistered), Friday, 27 February 2009 19:30 (fifteen years ago) link

^tl;dr, naturally

dumbsocietypigeons (unregistered), Friday, 27 February 2009 19:31 (fifteen years ago) link

wow.

<3

yur twit (tehresa), Friday, 27 February 2009 19:36 (fifteen years ago) link

༼༽ <3 ༼༽ <3 ༼༽ <3 ༼༽

dumbsocietypigeons (unregistered), Friday, 27 February 2009 19:43 (fifteen years ago) link

-ok I was posting something when unregistered must have posted, I guess we both want a dream analysis-

I remember that I went to a mall and there was nothing good there. when I came out my car was gone. my family and I contacted the police. I looked through all the cars that might have been moved by a crane that had been moving cars around at a lot nearby. still not there. the police end up giving me a different car that I didn't like (this was all under the assumption that my car wasn't stolen). I hate the new car and want to sue the police. but my folks insist I keep this car and I shouldn't complain about it. I think their reaction is odd.

One part of the dream a police man made fun of me for being weird. I could also hover across the ground at fast speeds (nothing new really - I can always do this in my dreams).

One part of the dream I heard someone's voice and thought it was Edith Massey (and I thought it would be cool to meet her), but when I asked the lady if she was Edith, the woman turned around and it definitely wasn't her.

CaptainLorax, Friday, 27 February 2009 19:48 (fifteen years ago) link

does anyone else feel like big birding that one for lorax? I'll get around to it if not, but playing Dr. Fraud is exhausting, guyz...

dumbsocietypigeons (unregistered), Friday, 27 February 2009 20:07 (fifteen years ago) link

yeah, I just posted my dream for the hell of it, I would say anyone can bigbird it - freud smarts or not.
but my recurring dream is that I can always fly or hover short distances, no one thinks its anything special

CaptainLorax, Friday, 27 February 2009 20:17 (fifteen years ago) link

An easy analysis would be like that episode of Full House where Stephanie dreams that she is flying around in an astronaut suit and no one is paying attention to her. I am a middle child, but I don't seek attention, I'm more likely to avoid it. In my dreams I don't care so much that nobody thinks it's cool that I can fly. I do care some. The weird thing is that I can never fly forever or really really high.

CaptainLorax, Friday, 27 February 2009 20:40 (fifteen years ago) link

I guess the idea is that you have an impressive, uncommon skill, but you don't use it in a showboating way because you don't have much of an audience to try it out on. If people were constantly egging you on — in dreams or irl — I'm sure you'd end up flying a mile high and doing all sorts of parlor tricks in exchange for applause. But instead you just use your gift of flight (or whatever) in an understated, purely functional manner, going about life as if there's nothing remarkable about it, really. There's a certain dignity in using a special gift with restraint, but of course there's also the sense that you're not living up to your full potential, not being duly appreciated, etc.

dumbsocietypigeons (unregistered), Friday, 27 February 2009 20:55 (fifteen years ago) link

(uh, change "I'm sure you'd end up flying a mile high" to "I'm sure if you were like most people, you'd end up flying a mile high..." I'm assuming more about your character than I should there)

dumbsocietypigeons (unregistered), Friday, 27 February 2009 21:03 (fifteen years ago) link

i like that idea

CaptainLorax, Friday, 27 February 2009 22:04 (fifteen years ago) link

i had a dream that i was at the gym and doing the rowing machine but it wasn't working right and i could not feel the burn in my abs or anywhere really, it was kind of annoying. what does my dream mean?

yur twit (tehresa), Sunday, 1 March 2009 17:48 (fifteen years ago) link

ur doin it wrong

я рилли (harbl), Sunday, 1 March 2009 17:56 (fifteen years ago) link

lol

yur twit (tehresa), Sunday, 1 March 2009 17:56 (fifteen years ago) link

haven't been having my usual dreams lately wtf :(

я рилли (harbl), Sunday, 1 March 2009 17:58 (fifteen years ago) link

maybe you are giving them to me! i haven't had dreams in a long time, but the last few weeks have been ripe!

i had another nutsy dream last night but i can't share it.

yur twit (tehresa), Sunday, 1 March 2009 18:00 (fifteen years ago) link

I dreamt I was a teenager again. I was camping out with four or five other kids in a green canvas tent pitched over a wooden platform, like the ones I always stayed in at Boy Scout camp. We were getting ready to leave: rolling up our sleeping bags, gathering our clothes, etc.

Having done my part, I exited the tent. Just outside the door was a pile of human brains ― maybe a few dozen of them in all. Apparently my fellow campers and I had removed our brains for the duration of the trip, allowing them to freeze and accumulate frost on the snowy winter ground. As I didn't want to return home brainless, I rooted through the pile until I came upon the prettiest, healthiest brain of the lot.

I was just about to walk away with it when it occurred to me that I'd probably be better off with my own brain, even if it wasn't necessarily the best-looking one there. I returned to the brain pile and started searching for it, but one of the kids approached me and said something like, "Hurry up, Your personality will be the same no matter which one you take." I ignored him, and a moment later I found my own brain.

I took the lump of flesh to a tiny cabin maybe ten feet away from the tent. Inside the cabin were a washer and dryer. I tossed my brain in the dryer and left it in for a few seconds; when it came out it, it was warm to the touch and completely thawed. I wanted to put it back in my head right then and there, but I realized this would be difficult. At the posterior end of the brain were two pink, fingerlike projections that looked like twin brain stems. In my dream they were called "medullas." In order to put the brain in place, I would have to line up the medullas just right, and I knew this would require expert assistance.

...so I traipsed across the campsite until I came to a spacious two-room cabin, reserved for the scout leaders. Inside I found H3len Culv3r, the mother of my childhood best friend, fumbling with some pipes and plumbing equipment laid out on the living room floor. I asked her to help me with my brain, but she blew me off and said it wasn't important.

A minute later I repeated my plea, and she relented. She took me to the other room ― the kitchen ― and pulled off the top of my skull with her bare hands. With great care she guided my brain into my gaping cranium; I felt it with my fingers to make sure the medullas were properly aligned. I gave her a thumbs up, she replaced my skull, and that was the end of it.

I must be really wierd, Doctor Feurd.

dumbsocietypigeons (unregistered), Sunday, 1 March 2009 23:49 (fifteen years ago) link

With great care she guided my brain into my gaping cranium

ok, this is practically erotica. um, lol!

dumbsocietypigeons (unregistered), Sunday, 1 March 2009 23:57 (fifteen years ago) link

yeah i think you know what this dream means

я рилли (harbl), Monday, 2 March 2009 00:08 (fifteen years ago) link

really though? I have no unconscious carnal feelings whatsoever toward Mrs. H3len Culv3r, no sirree.

dumbsocietypigeons (unregistered), Monday, 2 March 2009 00:10 (fifteen years ago) link

To dream of your brain, suggests that you are under severe intellectual stress. It may also symbolize your problem-solving abilities and that you need to put those abilities to use. Alternatively, it may imply that your ideas are not receiving enough attention and validation. You are concerned that your knowledge and teachings are not be transmitted clearly.

sez the dream moods dictionary. well that settles it!

dumbsocietypigeons (unregistered), Monday, 2 March 2009 00:11 (fifteen years ago) link

how do you know if they're unconscious? also i thought it said "the mother of my child" at first lol

i dunno though i'm no good at this, i just ask what the dreams mean xpost

я рилли (harbl), Monday, 2 March 2009 00:15 (fifteen years ago) link

yeah any time i mention a dream to my mom she says "go to dreammoods.com it will tell you what your dreams mean"

я рилли (harbl), Monday, 2 March 2009 00:16 (fifteen years ago) link

i am often under severe intellectual stress but i have never dreamt of my own brain

я рилли (harbl), Monday, 2 March 2009 00:16 (fifteen years ago) link


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