what does my dream mean?

no i had a dream about 4-5 years ago that i stabbed someone to death and i have never been able to lol about it

it means you're not a psychopath.

I've never dreamt of (deliberately) killing someone, but it must be pretty upsetting even if you try to explain it away as "you're really trying to kill a part of yourself, after all," or somesuch

it was my sister, and blood was everywhere and i was trying to clean it up then my mom came home. i took me a few minutes to convince myself it wasn't real when i woke up. ugh worst dream ever. like we don't get along at all but i don't really want to kill her.

clearly you have some sisterly resentment going on, but you don't need me to tell you that.

can i get a cliff's notes of lorax's dream?

lol mabe if you killed her in your dream it would allow you to start over and get along irl!

if you killed her irl, maybe those pesky nightmares wouldn't bother you anymore?

(I'm guessing http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v165/noodle_vague/6ptj2ua.gif)

lol read that as 'perky nightmares' and was a little o_O?

I think I had one of those last night!

I was diagnosed with cancer, the doctor gave me 6 months to live, and I just chilled out and drank a glass of orange juice. this is how I would like to die, I've decided.

i would probably pick bourbon over orange juice, but kudos for taking death in stride!

i did kill her in my dream though, and we still don't get along irl!

Do you think that if you killed her IRL, you'd get along in yr dreams?

i don't think i care that much about getting along irl or in dreams tbh. i'm not a very good family member.

harbl are you middle, youngest, or oldest?

I have had plenty of dreams of stabbing or choking people. I don't remember anyone actually dying because of it, tho.

oldest/best

So this isn't exactly regicide.

More like a mercy killing.

ok so basically you resent yr sister bc she took attn away from you. done. next dream, pls!

also you have an excess of yellow bile

(kudos accepted xxxxxxxxxxp)

i'm kind of insulted by that interpretation. my parents don't like her either.

i mean maybe they do but i can't explain it

man y'all cold.

REDRUM - REDRUM - REDRUM

last night I dreamt that I was driving and no matter how hard I pressed the breaks the car kept moving slowly.. I swerved out of the way of one bum walking down the middle of the street but ran over parts of another bum laying in the street

I have way too many dreams that I remember

i think instead of dreams now i wake up with terrible songs in my head like such as "under the bridge" ugh. and i mysteriously know all the words even though i never listen to that song except maybe if it's playing on the radio in stores. what does it mean?

you spend too much time in stores, and there's a recession going on, for god's sake

the chorus to "John Wayne Is Big Leggy" has been stuck in my head for days, but that's not a terrible song, I don't think.

what kind of store plays "Under the Bridge"?

like stores that play shitty 90s radio stations?

also the other day it was a eurythmics song and my brain was singing "here comes the rain again falling on my head like a memory." lol :(

just realizing now that I have more tolerance for shitty '80s music than I do for equally shitty '90s music. that Eurythmics song = ♥ for me, probably because I wasn't sentient back when it was an overplayed hit

last night I dreamt that I came home from a hike in the woods, went to bed, and woke up covered in ticks from head to toe. overnight they'd managed to burrow deep within my skin, and they appeared as faint black marks all over my body. when I tried to grab one of the ticks with a pair of tweezers, it darted across my arm without surfacing. I went after a few more of them, but the same thing happened again and again. finally I gave up and headed to the doctor's office. on the way there, a few of the ticks jumped off my body onto the crowded street. I chased them with a pocket knife and cut them into little pieces, because I didn't want them to infect other people. the dream ended soon after I got to the doctor's office. the doctor had already begun working on me, and he seemed like he knew what he was doing.

i dunno unregistered it reminds me of my mouse dreams

good lord, do you dream about mice burrowing deep within your skin?

no i dream about killing them with knives

oh, uh

neat!

things harbl dreams about stabbing:

1. mice
2. her sister
3. ???

the internet

i probably stabbed something else in a dream or irl but i forgot about it

i told my psychiatrist about an embarrassing dream I had. I was in a bathroom where the stall doors were short, so everyone could see eachothers' face while they took a crap. and it was a co-ed bathroom of my peers. I ended up crapping so much that I couldn't stop crapping. I think I ran into the stall next to me and overflew that toilet as well until finally the dream ended in an embarrassing mess.

I told my psychiatrist that bathroom dreams are usually signs that you are seeking relief in your everyday life from stress or whatever (freud would say sexual satisfaction lol). she asked me how I could have fixed the situation in my dream. I said, "I probably could of not crapped so much". But then she reminded me of the stall walls and came up with an idea that maybe i just need to put walls between me and people and block out their mean words - which would go along with my social anxiety.

thoughts? :p

After the appointment I went home and took a nap. During my nap, I dreamt that I was in a locker room walking to the urinals... umm message me if you want more. for $2.99 a month I can keep you up to date on every single dirty bathroom dream I have!

http://s.bebo.com/app-image/7924709967/5411656627/PROFILE/i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/08/03/31/14097.jpg

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I hate to say it, Cap'n, but I think you need to be toilet trained.

(yup, I know I'm ignoring the past 70 years of psychiatry. but this ain't Ask Dr. Maslow or Ask Dr. Piaget, so what am I supposed to do?)

mods: plzzzzzz to change the title of this board to Ask Dr. Maslow, post-haste.

NO

fair 'nuff

I dreamt that I was walking down a sidewalk in some generic city. three (college?) girls were walking about a quarter of a block ahead of me, all of them sporting fancy, expensive-looking dresses and elaborate hairdos.

pretty soon they stopped in a parking lot and just stood there. I joined up with them and started to chat. they were French & were also v v obnoxious: they couldn't stop talking about how wonderful and pricey their clothes and jewellery were. I couldn't stand them.

at the far end of the parking lot was a ladies' clothing store. I led the girls toward it, hoping to ditch them as soon as they got inside. the store was closed (it was very early in the morning), but when I knocked on the door, a kindly old lady answered it.

at that moment, the girls transformed into life-sized wax dummies. apparently they assumed dummy form whenever they were in the presence of people other than me. the shopkeeper got really excited because she thought I was delivering a shipment of brand new mannequins. I helped her carry the dummies inside, and together we stood them up beside the dress displays. pleased to have gotten rid of those nasty girls, I left the store and went about my business.

when I came back later that day (via time warp), the dummies were still in place, and the store was teeming with customers. I hung the dummies on tall clothing racks so that their feet were suspended a few feet above the floor, knowing that they'd be furious and disoriented when they turned back into humans.

misogynist!