what does my dream mean?

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

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.

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.

With great care she guided my brain into my gaping cranium

ok, this is practically erotica. um, lol!

yeah i think you know what this dream means

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

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!

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

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

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

well my feelings were unconscious until last night. but now if I happen to run into H3len and her husband H3nry (unlikely), there'll be loads and loads of awkwardness/excuses/poss. invitations to swingers' balls. DO NOT WANT.

I hardly ever share my draems with my mom or anyone else, because they're either way too personal for comfort or way too long and convoluted not to bore any sane person to tears. but I'm not above unloading a few of them on the internet, apparently ;)

warm apple cider is, in my experience, an infallible cure for severe intellectual stress

gross imo

alright then replace "warm apple cider" with "a hug from a big dog"

i don't have a big or small dog or cat :-\

query: was there rum in the warm apple cider?

i just hugged a big dog but she was a little damp bc of the snow

it was awkward

hope it doesn't give me strange dreams!!!!

i want my dreamz back :(((((((((((

i didn't have any last night, so sorry, maybe it isn't me.

tbh, tehresa, I've never known the simple joy of rum & cider. but the most comforting thing in the world would be, I think, a pair of big, huggable St. Bernards: one bearing a keg of cider, the other a keg of rum (cider dog wouldn't take offense if you turned his nose up at his wares). They'd make house calls at all hours of the night, donning raincoats and parkas whenever needed. Will someone plz make this happen?

also I don't think I stole anyone's dreams last night, but I did manage to fall asleep with my music on & wake up, mildly terrified, in the middle of a VERY SCARY Look Blue Go Purple song. can I have some nice dreams tonight, dr feud?

dr feud has no control over your dreams, he just interprets them

yeah, duh.
it's funny you should mention st. bernards, though, because that is exactly the kind of big dog i hugged!

http://www.spacerockheaters.com/imgs/eerie.jpg

the Archangel Raphael is apparently the patron saint against nightmares, but somehow that doesn't comfort me much

i had a dream i webmailed someone about something

oh weird i wonder if i should check my webmail address in case you unconsciously emaield me in your sleep?

nope, not me.

must have really been dreaming then.............

i had dreams this morning but i mostly forgot them
in one i was about to get on the bus but it kept moving forward very slowly so i couldn't get on. i was walking alongside it. the driver was playing a practical joke on me.

what a jerk!
i think it means you are searching for something you can't quite grasp. OR, you don't feel like you will ever really be "in".

:-\

I dreamt that I was in the middle of a clearing in the woods a few miles from my house. I was standing in the middle of a small, circular patch of snow, & I was convinced that I'd just stumbled upon THE SOUTH POLE. This really excited me, and I walked around looking for a signpost or cairn that would prove I was in the right place. At one side of the clearing, I came to the edge of a ≈50 foot high, vertical cliff which formed one bank of a dried up river. I looked down & to my horror discovered a girl and a boy, seemingly dead, lying on their stomachs on the stony bottom of the river bank. They looked like they'd just walked (or uh, fallen) out of a Little House on The Prairie episode. The girl, maybe 8, had on a white-dotted red dress and bonnet; the boy, maybe 5, had on a white, ruffled shirt and brown knickers. I didn't know what to do, so I tossed a handful of snow on each of them and shouted, hoping they were alive. To my relief, they rose to their feet, stretched, and yawned. Without acknowledging me, they started to climb up the cliff, which was buffeted with a crude log wall. When they reached the top, they ran off without thanking me and disappeared into the surrounding woods.

fyi, a kid in my 7th grade class fell to his death at the bottom of a 40-foot cliff during summer vacation, and I had a couple of cliff-related nightmares soon after. I'm not sure if last night's dream has anything to do with that

why am I being such a downer today? here's some Lisa Frank to brighten the mood:

http://www.collegecandy.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/29/lisafrank04.jpg

ok, this was a weird one. I have lots of weird dreams and I always remember them.

I wake up and look in the bathroom mirror. I notice that my hair has thinned so much that I thought I was just about to go bald. (fear of going bald probably). But then in my dream, I realized what happened may have been partially self-mutilation I had done while sleeping. I think I had shaved off lines of hair around my head. Then to make matters worse, I realized that I had stabbed myself while sleeping, several times. my upper torso and part of my face looked like a pencil holder. that's when the blood started dripping out. I layed on my back as if to keep from losing too much blood. I tried to yell for help but I was sort of muffled by the blood in my mouth.

I wont explain part 2 of my dream because it was an entirely different long winded scenario.

When I remembered my dream, I thought it was kinda cool actually, and I never experience any real fear in my dreams anymore so having 100s of pencil sized stab wounds wasn't really a big deal. discuss?

are you a pencil pusher at your job? pencil stabbing could represent something about your job, or maybe school.

I'm not feelin too too blessed with critical thought tonight, but I'll do my best, Cap'n.

As you point out, you may be afraid of going bald and getting old. But you're also afraid your lifestyle and conscious choices are taxing your body and mind far more than Father Time ever could. You don't (I hope) mutilate yourself in waking life as you do in your dreams, but you're worried that you might be headed toward some sort of physical or mental breakdown. The self-induced baldness suggests that your lifestyle is speeding up the aging process. The cause of and solution to this decline are at least partially within your own hands, since stabbing, unlike male pattern baldness, is a voluntary act. Your attempt to slow the bleeding shows your desire to heal yourself and put your life back together in the face of a cataclysmic setback. Your inability to yell, on the other hand, shows that you feel hesitant or unable to summon other people to your side when you get into trouble.

The fact that you have to look in the mirror to notice your wounds shows that you tend not to recognize your problems until you think very deeply and try to look at yourself roughly as others see you. On a day-to-day basis, it might not seem like anything's wrong, which is why those rare moments of high-level self-analysis are so crucial to your well-being. The mirror might also stand for a person in your life who can help you with that analysis. And like harbl said, the pencil might point to school or work as the sources of your self-destruction. It could also stand for your creative pursuits. Do you go on mescaline binges, starve yourself, get into a ton of barfights, and drive recklessly in the name of your art? Are you a beat poet?

I dreamt I was standing outside my front door with some random middle-aged guy who kept bragging to me about how brilliant his infant son was. His kid had just started reading Nate the Great books at the age of 10 months, and this made me a little jealous because I didn't start reading them until I was at least 6 (years). I wanted the guy to leave me alone, but he just kept talking my ear off like we were old pals.

i think you are afraid you are dumb.

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today a middle aged guy talked my ear off but i was at the bus stop and he was not talking about his infant son. it was similar to a dream but i was fully awake

sounds more like a nightmare to me!

what does it mean if I'm dumber than little babby but smart enough to avoid bus stops as much as possible? does that even out somehow?

yes

well thank god

yeah thank yhwh but not like i'm gonna walk home from work

I guess I'm just lucky (or unlucky) enough to live in a dull small town where it wouldn't make sense to go places by bus even if you wanted to.

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