Just as the title says, tell me your most recent dream and I will perform a dream analysis of dubious distinction. Trust me I’m an expert.
Hatsune Miku wanted a haircut
Analysis: You need to get out more.
We arrived at some place and we all had backpacks. I wanted to leave my backpack in the car but the people I was with insisted we bring them in with us. We get to like a lobby or something and are informed that no backpacks are allowed, and he offers us a small cubby to put the backpacks in. My friends (I guess? I don’t remember who these people were) started arguing that it was too small, and the host kept offering us larger and larger storage spaces, until it was basically a walk-in closet, but my companions were still complaining.
Your life is in transition, and you haven’t decided which of many paths before you you want to take. You risk rejecting all paths foreward and could stall. Staying for a short spell isn’t always a bad thing, but be careful of losing momentum and growing complacent.
Thank you CapuccinoCoretto! For a free shitty analysis, I gotta say this was pretty on-the-nose. 😜
all my dreams are nightmares that usually incorporate three of the following:
- military enlistment
- zombies
- brutal killing of family members
- violent attacks from family members
- long timespans (once lived in a dream for 80 years)
- time travel - forward and backward
- getting arms, legs, and torso ripped off while alive and awake enough to experience the horrors
- helplessly watching my children die in horrific ways
- witnessing the apocalypse first hand
there’s probably more, but my brain is blocking them.
I need one actual dream, not a thematic summary of perceived patterns.
I literally just woke up from one. I was right outside our house and the neighbour’s family were in the process of building a foot bridge to the field behind the house. They had dug up part of the steep hill just next to the house, leveled a small area and placed big rocks in a circle (makeshift seats) with the idea to have tale nights there, possibly with a fire in the middle. While hanging around the works, a friend of the family learns of my intention to grow weed and offers their field, up the hill, adding that his dad should completely okay with it.
A second later I see a couple I’ve never met before, europeans, young -strap themselves on a harness tied to a zipline that’s connected to somewhere in the ocean. I zipline with them to figure out where they’re going : it’s a friend of theirs standing on a small, barely emerged rock in the middle of the bay, holding the other end of the zipline. We land on the rock. A girl in a kayak passes nearby, taunts me. I lose balance, fall in the water. My life jacket keeps me face down in the waves. I drown.
I travelled the world and the seven seas and everybody around me was looking for something.
Sweet.
Sweet!
my kid climed on the kitchen shelfs, and the whole kitchen has fallen on the kid. everyone told me i can make a new kid, and i have money for the kitchen.
i woke up crying.
You need to open a creative outlet. Something like a restaurant or an art studio or a music hall or maybe a band, but you are insecure about it. Unsure if you can make it a success, you have an abnormally large fear of failure, and not because you can’t afford to make the gamble, but because you don’t want the stigma of being the looser who tried and failed at something so important to you. You realize that not trying at all is the greater failure and certain to happen if you allow yourself to be dominated by your fears. In the end, you realize that your fears are unfounded, and it won’t hurt to fail nearly as much as never try at all.
You’ll do it, and be great at it.
lmao
sorry for your loss
For some reason our daycare had the offer to extend opening hours, but with different staff and you had to pay extra. We decided to book it, but then our kids did not want to go, because of the new staff. Mixed in some other random convoluted stuff, did not make any sense at all 😅
I was on a sailing ship trying to deliver a very important package. For some reason, a wooden tall ship was the only ship that would work for this specific task.
There was a talking chicken in the crow’s nest named Winona who informed me that she got the job because chickens don’t get seasick.
… and apparently, according to a chicken-keeper on c/NoStupidQuestions, that’s actually quite plausible.
You feel adrift, or directionless in life. There are many places you want to go, things you want to do and goals to accomplish. What you don’t have is a solid plan to get there. In the absence of said plan, you’ll reach out to any idiot for guidance. Not that you’ll take the guidance to heart, or even act on it. Just that you’ll listen to anything from anyone for inspiration on charting your own course, no matter how shitty the advice or person giving it. You won’t judge or push away the people around you, but you will make up your own mind. Anyone can come along with you for the journey, for as long as your paths stay aligned.
Fucked my whole day up today. I was with a romantic partner, we got accosted at a gas station by two guys one grabbed her and had a gun to her head. I shot him and called her by the wrong name and she started crying and left. I called the cops, then my parents to let them know. Mom’s best friend answered the phone and was super cheerful, which is not like her at all. I went in the gas station and bought a pack of cigarettes. Cops never came.
That reads like a movie by the bastard son of Jim Jarmusch and Woody Allen
Analysis: You are aprehensive about some negative and chaotic forces in your life that you can’t control. You are worried about what you are capable of if push comes to shove. You don’t want to become that person, fearful about what you will think about yourself and what other will think about you.
You are even more worried if you are forced to become a monster you loath, that others will think nothing of it. If those in your circle can accept a monster who was forced to become something terrible like it was normal, who are these people you’ve let into your life?
Insightful, thanks.
Complete shit, 100%.
I was supposed to wash windows on a skyscraper but there was something wrong with the lift thing so I couldn’t do it until it was fixed, and I was really pissed because it meant I was going to be really behind schedule.
For reference, I have never cleaned windows for a living.
You know something or someone is holding you back from being your best self and achieving an important goal. You’ve come to realize subconsciously, that the problem won’t go away on its own, and waiting out the problem will surely end the dream. You’ve decided to take action, but what form it will take, you don’t yet know.
I think the last one I had, or at least had stuck with me, is a weird one. So, to start, it’s completely unrealistic since I know my dad would neved act like he did in the dream… outside of when I was a child and he was either playing with me or trying to calm me down.
Yeah, so the parts I remember are my room having LED lights around the edge of the ceiling, purple-ish pink. It was soft lighting. Room was arranged how it was back when I had the dream. So, the parts I remember is my dad coming in and rubbing his beard all across my stomach, shirt up, despite me telling him to stop repeatedly. I couldn’t stop him.
Next part I remember is them being in a car, behind my mother who was driving, my oldest brother in passengers seat. We were in a tunnel with that same purple colour lighting it up. We talk about what happened because dream me found it traumatic. I remember the conversation ending with me being told and agreeing that I should talk to my father about what happened, followed by leaving the tunnel and the dream ending.
Not the craziest dream I’ve had, but yeah.
Analysis: Your subconcious is drawing parallels between when your dad would blow raspberries on your belly and you would laugh as a child, vs when you grew too old for that and just hated the scratchy beard and the invasion of personal space. It stopped being funny long ago.
You dream of a transition because you are at another part of your life that is fundamentally different than the one before, and a major figure in your life, not necessarily your dad, still treats you like the old you, not the current you. You’ve acknowledged that you have to take control of the situation and get the offending forces in your life to respect who you now are and how you expect to be treated. Could be family, a boss at work. It’s not clear who or how, but it is clear you’ve grown and others haven’t kept up.
Damn it’s hard for me to believe this is complete shit. It’s really convincing
It’s shit, but it’s good shit.
I haven’t had a dream in 4 years.
You have them every night, you just haven’t remembered a dream in 4 years. If you didn’t dream you would be dead. As I’m on Lemmy and not a ouija board, I’m going to go with the obvious. Even the absence of remembered dreams says something.
Analysis: While life is far from perfect, you are just a terribly well adjusted individual. Your conscious and subconscious self get along well, talk frequently, and generally agree on things across all domains. You have an exceptionally well honed intuition of what is and isn’t in your control, and while you don’t always like what is found, you accept it fully and rationally. You are just a really down to earth, hoopy frood who really knows where his towel is. When real disaster strikes and people panic, you will just deal with what’s there, camly and confidently to the best of your abilities.
I had a dream I was visiting an aquarium and saw they had a teeny tiny leopard gecko drowning in one of the tanks for who knows what reason, and I was somehow able to get into the lid assembly and open the tank to remove the lizard so they didn’t perish. The staff ended up letting me take the gecko home but I was wondering where I’d get supplies to care for them on such short notice, and that’s when I woke up.
Analysis: You know you have great caring instincts. You trust yourself to implement the next stage. Could be getting a pet, could be starting a family. You long for that kind of connection and know you’d be great at it, even if the next steps, like a partner, are not immediately clear. You are ready to jump in!
In my dream, I died. My partner, after a short mourning, found another partner. As a ghost, I killed the guy by driving my chef’s knife through his chest, up to the handle. The kitchen floor was slippery and the knife not properly placed on the worktop.
Again, after mourning for some time, my partner finds another person. A shallow, vain, individual but not a bad man. Dropped a hairdrier in the tub as he was having his beauty bath.
About half a year later, another guy courts my partner. Can’t remember why but I made his car have a malfunction over an unguarded railway crossing. The train spread car pieces and carnage over several tens of meters.
Another time lapse and another guy was living with my partner. A truck hit his car as he was changing a blown tire, after having a break fail down a steep road. The hit crushed the bastard like a grape and sent the car tumbling into a ditch.
After these four events, my partner is by now a very well off woman. Unfortunately, the last event triggered an investigation by authorities; four violent deaths, under unusual circumstances, where each victim leaves a very generous life insurance, do raise some questions. However, I caused every event being careful to have my partner always away from home and with plenty of proof she had no connection with the untimely deaths of her suitors. In fact, she made a point of warning each and every one those idiots I had promised to watch over her against all harm.
The fifth fool was one of the investigators assigned to assess the entire ordeal. Again, my partner told him I was around, an overzealous guardian haunting. He would not believe and, eventually, courted my partner. He was a controlling fellow.
One day, him being alone, I decided to show myself to him. Walked into the living room, sat across him, in my arm chair, and when we made eye contact and he recognized me from a picture in the room, I just said “This is the time I say boo.” which made him promptly jump out the window and die by broken neck from the fall.
I woke up laughing, told my partner the next morning, and after the initial shock and horror reaction, we both had a good laugh.
P.S. I going to write this into a proper ghost story.
Analysis:
You subconciously don’t feel your partner is right for you, or you for them. You admire them for many natural reasons, and have real affection, but deep down you know there is a fundamental chemistry missing and its no one’s fault. Your subconcious is playing through multiple versions of you for them or them for you, that you feel you could reasonably be better for each other. In the end, you understand that people don’t change, and it wouldn’t be fair to ask that of either. You reject the possibilities of transforming the relationship and conclude it is what it is.
Its up to you to decide if if you can be be content with things as you are, or if you should try for something else. I can’t tell you more than this because you don’t know yourself. Your dreams only reflect what you’ve already understood even if only on a subconcious level. Settle for good, or gamble on great or bust.
P.s. I would watch your movie.
Hey, thank you for the compliment. I’ll remember you when I get to write tge whole story.
But after your analysis, I’m glad I did not bring up that one involving seasoning and zombies.
I’m available if you change your mind.
If you insist. This is a silly one.
The world has become afflicted with a virus that turns people into potential violent cannibals, that act out in frenzied rage episodes. There are naturally immune people and the afflicted only attack the healthy. Otherwise, the infected can live a regular, enjoyable life, if no contact with immune individuals ever occur.
There is no cure, only a management protocol, involving a very rigourous treatment schedule, where a serum is injected daily and very painfully. However, it has a mandatory pause, through which the individuals must either be confined or restrained.
There was a thriving and very healthy industry for the production and installation of at-home restraining apparatus, as in, they sold heavy duty steel chains and bolted six lenghts of it with big shackles on it to a sturdy enough wall for people to strap themselves in or be strapped when the cold turkey hit. DIY solutions usually involved long lenghts of rope and ball gags.
Couples where one element was immune and the other was not often got as a gift from friends and family those restraining kits.
Curiously enough, the aflicted, when undergoing an episode would try to season their potential victims with salt and pepper prior to the first bite. And victims could snap their attacker or attackers out of their stupor if they slapped them hard enough.
I woke up laughing and face palming. I am not a horror fan nor a BDSM enthusiast. I dreamed as if watching a documentary.
Analysis: You have apetites or desires that are relatively unexplored and poorly understood by even you. You fear a journey of exploration will be frowned upon by most, especially your partner. You fear rejection and being ostrasized, and are happy to accomodate what you perceive as a normie’s life for the sake of peace. You can be the person you think you need to be.
But somewhere deep down, the question lingers - Can I explore these apetites or desires? Can I share them with someone special? Who, when and how can this best be safely explored?
I have no clue what the desire(s) are. It could be anything really. Anything from some freaky kink or fetish, but it could just as easily be a desire to explore a new cuisine, or genre of film or even to pursue a special hobby or alternative lifestyle. I mean desire/apetite in the broadest sense of the word. A craving only hinted at.
Have you considered making this, perhaps a bi-weekly, recurring event? Because there are far worst ways to spend a few minutes in Lemmy.
So I was like chilling in my bedroom and then ex-boss lover is 20 years older than me that I haven’t talked to in almost a year Walked in my front door, and then three other people I apparently worked with, one of them with a baby came in and I started juggling trying to talk to all these people, three which I didn’t even recognize where I knew them from, one that hasn’t talked to me since I kind of blew them off. I proceed to try to clean up my room enough to find spots for them all to chill including getting a chair that was in the wrong corner of the room nice getting, the trash from the depression Piles off the floor and getting the comforter on right. I’m not sure what all happened, but I remember waking up when these big creepy fucking white caterpillar things that were like bigger than tomato worms started dropping down off the ceiling and onto the bed, and then I realized I’d already been rolling around on some of them on the bed, and some of them were like fucking spiders and shit that were really big and there were these big mushy spots of half writhing insects, and still things dropping off the ceiling slow enough just to be disgusting and terrifying at the same time. And I remember the three people I allegedly worked within the dream, the one of which had a baby or something being like okay, It’s time to go, and I was thinking they just got here and in between being confused and terrified as fuck.
I woke up and I still haven’t been back to bed yet. I just decided to get up, eat some fucking crap ass freezer food, make myself a White Russian and start tackling installing fit girl repacks and their updates on Fedora. Fuck my life and fuck giant white caterpillars.
I do think I remember making a comment in my dream like okay fuck. I’m going to clean my room that’s for fucking sure before, right before I woke up.
Like fuck my life man. I guess that was some kind of Halloween dream or some shit but fuck that
This is Salvador Dali level stuff
Analysis: Your sexual desires are both sophisticated and complex. You suspect it’s not the kind of thing you can do on your own. You want to recruit like minded partners <-plural, but you are afraid that true deep satisfaction will ellude you because you fear even your open minded partners will find you too freaky for even them. Your fears are real, so partner selection should be taken with care. Go slow. Have fun. Play safe.
Well thank God. At least it’s not about my mother lol
I never said that. You did. I only do dream analysis, not freudian slips. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I don’t know who she was, only that she certainly wasn’t my mother.
You keep bringing her up. O.k. fine, we’re going Freudian.
So tell me more about the relationship you have with your mother. Would you describe her as someone who is generally attractive?
This made me soooooo happy weed stops me dreaming.
