what does my dream mean?

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:

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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.

societypigeons

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.

it's ok unregistered

okay,txs=)

just remembered that I'll probably be a middle-aged man someday. FUCK

end it now

gross

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ok I think I can do this, guys

woah wrong board!

this thread goes so far from what does my dream mean sometimes :-\

soooooooorry, I let my Id run wild for a second there. freud would understand, wouldn't he?

(no)

it is a mystery

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kinda disappointed in u

I probably should've gotten more than 5 hours of sleep last night, opps :-/

[resume dreamspeak]

ugh i dreamt i was pragnent and didn't realize until it was too late to legally get an abortion for convenience purposes, also i didn't know who the father was but the guy i thought it was had died. stressful dream.

something new is coming into your life, and you don't know what or who, but you are fighting it or afraid of it. whatever is coming into your life shares some quality with or is in some way represented by the dude and you were trying to avoid that by making him dead.

^otm'ing this

oh no :(
well i think if he were alive he'd be going schwwwww i am not the father

unregistered, I appreciate you trying to analyze my dream - some of it might be right, that's the most anyone can expect from peer reviews on dreams - which may mean little to nothing at all at some parts but rather are reflections of something we saw that day on tv or felt for the first time that week. but yeah, I appreciate your analysis, and next time I'm here I'll try to write one myself.

np, Lorax, and I'm glad I could (maybe) be of some help. I don't think anyone here is a doctor or a psych major or even a yahoo top answerer, so this board basically amounts a harmless, nonscientific parlor game (much like this and this -- whaddayaknow). but at least it gets people to shares what's been bothering them in a format that's a lot less tedious than a regular dream log. it'd be 1000X more entertaining, of course, if I wasn't the only unregistered user allowed to post here. we can dream.

harbl the father of your dream child sounds like a child-support-dodging deadbeat, and I'd advise you to seek a good attorney asap. also, congrats!

i actually am a doctor

a doctor AND a lawyer!
the boys must be lining up! no wonder you don't know who the father is!

i'm* a JURIS doctor

*in 2 months lol

oh yeah lol duh

i'm going to be a mistress* in 2 months

*of fine arts

i dreamt i was visiting my friend in waterford, ct. he doesn't live there and i have never been there irl (i have been to new london for a short time but that's it). anyway somehow he was adopted by this family in waterford, which is weird because he is like 28 or something. i think they adopted him so he could be a us citizen because he's from iran. the family also adopted the tiniest baby, which fit into his hand and he claimed it was born addicted to heroin. i wanted to go running while i was there but i was afraid of getting lost. so i just tried to run along a river and i kept getting stuck in all these brambles. i had to leave the river when i got to a weird train station where a moving sidewalk began. unfortunately it moved very very slowly, and in the opposite direction i was trying to fun. so it was like the world's hugest backwards treadmill and i got very tired and people were laughing at me.

i also had a separate dream that i was accumulating all of my most treasured belongings by a park bench. i wanted to go home but it was 3 am and i had missed the last bus, so i decided i'd just sleep there.

by trying to fun i mean trying to run duh

i am always trying to fun

I dreamt I was typing up some urgent, important document that had to be delivered into official hands by the end of the hour. I started freaking out because I had no idea how to type the section sign (§), and I couldn't bring myself to print out the thing without getting the typography perfect. as the deadline passed, I was still rifling through the character map looking for the right symbol, and I was also near tears iirc.

(in waking life I would've just googled "section sign" and c&p'd the first helpful result. fuck memorizing a keyboard shortcut)

what a boring dream

i think it means that you should be afraid of hurricanes

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This whole dream took place at evening or night. You don't have to analyze it. I'm posting it so I wont forget it, and it was cool.

I dreamt that I was driving with my family to visit people a long distance away. I remember driving and reading Bernstein Bears at the same time. But the Bernstein Bears had aged so much (like Better For Worse comics) that I was only reading it because of the insanity of seeing sister bear and mother bear act out grandma bear and great grandma bear. It was also very sad.

We get to the place. We come in and act nice to the family (who apparently are rich and have a huge mansion that is several floors tall). somehow the goody goody mom of that family gets upset at little things we do (my mom specifically, but I'm more or less ignored). i kinda remember playing a dumb chasing game with her kid who lives there (we took elevators up and down multiple floors, it was a boring game). At one point during our stay with this elegant family the tv was on and there was news that some random ass politician had died. The ever so perfect mother gets really sad. My mom says in dressed up terms that it isn't such a bad loss. I blatantly say I don't care at all. The goody goody family who were already very critical with my family were probably really upset with me now so I volunteered to go sleep in the car.

the goody goody mom caught me caught me sitting on a gargoyle outside their house with their child who couldn't fly (I could of course - my dreams 101). the mom made the kid come in through the window while i passive aggressively grunted. i was sure she hated me

her eldest son comes home some time later.. apparently I know this guy and we hit it off. he tells me about a place nearby where I can stay. before I go, I have a confrontation with the goody goody mom. i was floating around outside her house and had accidentally let my legs dangle and knock down her daughter's favorite barbie from something. she looks up and sees me and grabs me and pulls me down (i must not have been flying high enough at the time). she's angry with me. I decided I was going to show her what it was like to fly. I use telekinetic powers to pick her up and the eldest son, and fly them through every cool scenario that I could imagine. We get to the top of a gigantic cliff, and I show them that free falling is just as fun as flying. (apparently I must think I'm invincible at the time because I never stopped once to think that free falling from a giant icy cliff without a parachute is dangerous - anyways I must always instinctively know on some level that I'm dreaming and I cant get hurt). Anyways, I fall down, flip around, and let the air (and gravity) carry me down. It's still very dark outside. Eventually I can see the bottom of the cliff - icy water with strong currents coming from waterfalls on glaciers. I have a moment of fear when I fall in the huge dark icy slipstream of a glacial lake. Fortunately the water is not cold to me and after being pushed around by some currents I was able to get out. There is a bunch of tourists looking down on the scene like Niagara Falls (but they are closer to sea level). I am concerned about what happened to goody goody mom and the eldest son. Apparently they hadn't survived the fall. The same fall that I must have instinctively known I would survive because somewhere in the back of my mind I knew there was no danger for me (my dreams 101). Anyways they died and I was like uh-oh