Tuesday, September 25, 2012
"What Dreams May Come"
Judith Ortiz Cofer's "Silent Dancing" involves a recurring dream that haunts the author. In this blogpost, describe a dream you've had that stays with you for some reason. Try to interpret the dream in the context of your life when you had it. What do you think it meant? Why did you have it when you did? What did it tell you? Please respond in AT LEAST 10 thoughtful sentences.
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Most of my dreams do not repeat themselves. They are almost always about what I was thinking of before I fell asleep, and rarely are they nightmares. But one recurring dream I've had, that I can remember, was when I was about 4. It began with me on my dad's shoulders, my mom beside us with my only little brother at the time, walking back to my house from a nearby playground. Halfway there, we stopped at a lemonade stand-esque structure, but instead of refreshments, it was laden with nails and tools and other stabby objects. The two men working it promptly attacked my father with these instruments, prompting me to retaliate, beating them up and rescuing my dad. As ridiculous is the idea of me beating up two full grown now, it was even more so when I was four. But this was before I had discovered how to defend myself, or others, with words, and so I guess my mind projected my need to have such a defense into the dream, in the form of physical superiority. At that time in my life, I believe I was searching for such an outlet, and that's where the dream came from. If I were to have it again now, I think it would just confirm further my aggressive personality.
ReplyDeleteFor the past few years I have had trouble remembering my dreams. When I have dreams I always think I will remember them but when the morning comes, I have no idea what my thoughts were the last night. That being said, when I was young, I could remember every dream vividly. At the ages five through seven, I did have one reoccurring nightmare that did affect me during the day. I was terrified of “The Tickle Monster”. The Tickle Monster was a big monster that lived in my dreams; he looked like one of the monsters from the movie “Where the Wild Things Are”. The reason the Tickle Monster was so scary was because when he tickled someone they would turn into a different “Where the Wild Things Are” character and they would tickle people. In my dream, the tickle monster lived across the street from my grandmother, in a haunted house. The only people who knew how to scare away the tickle monster were adults so we couldn’t play outside alone or else I would be tickled. I was so scared of the Tickle Monster that in real life I refused to go any where even in my own house without my parents. It haunted me for 2 whole years. While the roots of my dream are unclear, I believe it had to do with reading the story “Where the Wild Things Are”. I think this because the characters in my dreams looked so similar to the Wild Things. I think I made the characters into tickle monsters because at the time I was unfamiliar with death so turning into the monsters was the scariest thing I could think of. Fortunately after a few years my nightmares went away and I stopped fearing the Tickle Monster.
ReplyDeleteI do not really have dreams that I clearly remember that often. Most of them, when I do remember, are just piles of very strange things that fade away when I try to write them down in a journal and I end up having to put in lots of blanks in their documentation because I forgot whether someone was a friend or an enemy and why they were with me. Most of them I forget about after I wake up and then later in the day I recall some fragments of them or I forgot that I forgot them. However, I do have one dream that actually made some sense in the journal where they all are, it was about an evil toad. I was in a car on the highway, which I thought was intensely wrong for some reason, with some other people. Then we turned around and went off to the side where there was a ravine and a cylindric bridge that connected two parts of a ridge that the middle had fallen off. Then we crossed it and there was a playground on sloped ground and I lost my hat, so we went to look for it. Then one person found the evil toad and stomped on it, but it was poisonous, and it poisoned his shoe, which poisoned his sock, which poisoned him and he died. I think I found my hat and then the evil toad started chasing us all over the play-set saying creepy things like “You can run, but you can't hide.” or “I'm coming for you.” and then from then on I can't really remember anything but that we might have escaped from the toad, only to be trapped by something else like wasps or bees? In seventh grade, in a creative writing class, we had to write down our dreams because they were going to get interpreted or something. Anyway, I chose this one and we Skyped with the interpreter and he reached the conclusion, after asking me lots of questions involving my life and the dream, that the toad had to do something with stress. I forget how we reached that conclusion, but I agreed with him. I think it had to do something with the fact that the toad killed people and that poison is slow and that stress is fast, and the toad wanted me to slow down (by dying which wouldn't necessarily solve stress, but that isn't the point). I definitely think that this is some weird dream produced and put into place by my subconscious to tell me not to stress out as much.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in 1st or 2nd grade, I kept having the same dream a few times a month for a year or so. In the dream 2 giant serpents were chasing me in a vast wasteland. I was a scared kid the size of a pea disproportional to the skyscraper size of the serpents. As I ran and they followed the ground behind them would crumble into the darkness. I knew I was about to wake up when I saw the gaping, black hole which vacuumed everything but the serpents in. As I fell I could see the curves of their mouths turn upwards into an eerie smile. I think my dream might have been due to the fact that when I "graduated" from primary at my Montessori school I knew great opportunities and new responsibility's would come my way.I felt more powerful than the 4 year old kids we shared the playground with but, at the same time when I saw my older brother's friends I never wanted to leave my parents side. Since I stopped having the dreams after that year, maybe it's meaning was to face my fears no matter how long it takes.
ReplyDeleteI had one constant nightmare that I know repeated itself multiple times when I was about 6-7 years old. The scene would begin somewhere high up in the snowy mountains, except there was no snow, just a mountainous light-brown expanse. I was experiencing the scene at ground level as if I was standing in between four large light-brown mountain figures. My six-year-old self would spot a red one-story building with fluctuating eaves and large glass doors with irrelevant gold writing on the glass. I would begin to walk unsteadily towards the out-of-place building. I would look into the main door and see two figures standing in the middle of the room facing yet another glass door at the far end of the building. I knew the figures were my parents though they looked nothing like my parents. I couldn't even tell the genders, but I knew intuitively that they were my parents. I would see the towering figure of a rust-red transformer-like figure behind the glass door that my parents were facing. I knew that they couldn't see the figure and they were going to open the door. I was commanding myself to alert them but my voice wouldn't work and I just stood there watching as the massive figure lunged out of the door and broke my parents backs. I always woke up then and I assume that the dream just proved my still-apparent fears of random things. At that time in my life, the idea of mechanical monsters often haunted my dreams and my brothers and my family in general being close to and playing with such figures filled me with fear for their safety. Also, the point in my dream in which I felt helpless caused me extreme panic, so that could mean that losing control of my own actions is a great fear of mine.
ReplyDeleteI rarely remember my dreams. Usually, when I wake up I might, for a few seconds, have a vague memory of what went on in my mind while I was asleep, but soon after that, the thoughts are wiped from my memory. They quickly disappear and I can’t get them back. The only dream that has even stuck in my memory was one that happened in sixth grade. I was walking up the driveway to my house, which very steep. I was with an old friend of mine who I hadn’t talked to in a while. There was a row of magnolia trees and underbrush on the left and a hill slanting up to the right. The only thing that was different than what’s actually there, was that there was a brand new shed on the left among the trees. It had that unnatural yellowish look of wood planks when the weather hasn’t gotten to them yet. As we walked towards the shed, a giant rat came out. When I say giant, I mean the size of a large adult. The rat looked incredibly vicious and was giving us a violent glare. It looked like it was coming our way to do some damage. Somehow, there was a suddenly a baseball bat in my hand and I started hitting the rat, while my friend stood behind me with a look of terror in her eyes. This was when I woke up. For some reason, the dream had been terrifying. I guess giant rats are fairly scary creatures. I have to say, I think the giant rat came in because at the time I had recently read the Gregor the Overlander books, which featured a few giant rat villains. I think it was a case of getting books and what’s real and what’s not mixed up in my head. I’m not sure what I would say this dream meant. It is very interesting because I never thought about what it meant, I just thought of it as a dream I once had. One thing I can take from it is to fight for your friends. It seems like that might have been a lesson because I fought and kept my old friend safe. You could also say, though, that it simply means that you should remember everything. It could be showing that you shouldn’t forget people, even if you haven’t seen them in a long time.
ReplyDeleteAs many of the other commenters have said, I hardly ever remember my dreams. I do remember one dream from my childhood, though - I was probably about 5 years old. I was in my bedroom and needed to go to the bathroom. I walked down the hall and into the "kids bathroom," the bathroom that my siblings and I usually use. As I was going to the bathroom, a humongous man came out of the closet where we kept all of the towels. He sang, "I'm an evil guy, and I can almost touch the sky." The dream never really repeated itself, but it's stuck with me over the years. I'm not quite sure what the dream meant or represented. At the time, I was only about 5, so everything and everyone seemed very large and scary. I think the dream was a reflection of that: how the whole world seems large and scary while you're a small child.
ReplyDeleteAt my elementary school, the playground was a giant field, with portables for the third graders in the middle. On one side of the portables was a cement basketball court and a few trees covered in sap; the other side had a dirt field filled with a constant amount of boys and a wood climbing wall with ropes to help climb. When I was in 5th grade, my friends and I constantly played four squares on the basketball court. This is where my dream takes place. It started out with me playing four square looking for others to play, when all of a sudden there was a bee buzzing in my ear. The next thing I knew, I was blacked out and being dragged by my ear to the trees. The weirdest part was the bee was the thing dragging me. When I reached the tress I remember that it would pray over me and then that was when I woke up; every time. I think that dream meant that I had to leave the fifth grade and go on to middle school, but I was so afraid of what to expect that I didn’t know what to do. I think that the bee resembled the fear I had of growing up, because I was so afraid of bees in 5th grade that I would scream and run away until there were no more bugs around. I think that the bee praying may have represented my family and how even though they don’t go to church, are still strict in academics and how everything is inappropriate for language and clothing.
ReplyDeleteDreams and nightmares are common for a kid like me. Rarely do i even remember what happens in them. Dreams are harder to remember because they are relaxing and allow me to a peaceful sleep. Nightmares i remember more often because they frighten me and make me restless during my time of sleep. One nightmare that had kept me scared for nights on end was one a couple of weeks ago. Since i watch lots of movies my nightmare might have been influenced by some of those. SInce my dreams happen to be quite violent i will spare you the gruesome details. The world as we know it was overrun with mosters of all sorts and robots were taking over the world. One day a vampire and werewolf entered our safehouse and killed everyone there except me who was hiding under the bed in an opaque box that smelled like vegetables so neither of them wanted to check it out. I decided to find others in hiding, but on my way i was kidnapped by a big brown bear who chased me for miles before pouncing on me. Smokey was his name and he took me to the labrotory of some big brained scientist who did experiments on me. Eventually i was turned evil and used against humanity and killed by them. This haunted me as well as many other of my numerous nightmares for a long time.
ReplyDeleteI rarely remember my dreams, but occasionally I can remember fragments of them for a few days, before they fade into the back of my mind and I forget them completely, or nearly completely. I have only a handful of dreams that I remember in a lot of detail, and one of them happened four years ago. It started with me running down a long corridor lined with solid gold wallpaper that seemed to go on forever. I was running in a slow motion that all my dreams seem to possess, and kept falling over into summersaults and doing flips in the air. Frusterated, I grabbed on to something at the right of the hall to propel me forward and keep me on the ground, which turned out to be my grandmother, in the wheelchair she had been confined to for the final twenty years of her life. I wheeled her down the hallway and finally got to an automatic door, but when the door opened and I had gotten my grandmother outside, a wind blew and she suddenly began to float. I realized I was holding a kite string in my hand, which my grandmother's wheelchair was attached to. I was flying my grandmother like a kite! Eventually she told me she was getting bored, and would I please let her go? I vehemently protested, saying she'd die if she was dropped from that height, and after a heated argument the string ended up breaking. I was worried she would fall, but she ended up floating, like a ballon, until I couldn't see her anymore. Waking up, I dismissed the dream, but looking back, I realize the significance. My grandmother had died a few weeks before, and I was really sad. I guess that dream was my way of telling myself that it was time to let go, and my grandmother was fine in wherever she was now that she was dead.
ReplyDeleteThere are only a few dreams in my life that I remember, the majority of them from when I was young. One that has stayed with me though, is from when I was five. My mom and I had just moved to Atlanta, and only two weeks after we had moved, we got into a car crash. We were in a shopping center, pulling out, and my mom was about to turn right. Although she double-checked to see if anyone was coming from either side, when she turned, another car crashed into her door. Luckily, no one was hurt, but I had dreams about the incident for the next few months. Strangely, my dreams about the crash were from an outside perspective, instead of it happening through my eyes, I watched the cars crash outside of the cars entirely. I’m fairly certain that the reason for me having these dreams was because of how traumatized I was from moving, and the fact that I was looking for any excuse to not to like it here, and to not accept the change. The reason it stays with me is because it helps me remember more about my life when I was young.
ReplyDeleteI have never really had a dream that repeats itself. However, I have had dreams that have similar or the same themes. About 5 years ago, I had a very weird dream. It started when I was at the movies with my friend. All of a sudden, there was a really gun shot, and everybody had to evacuate the building. My friend and I were really scared, so we ran as fast as we could. I heard a loud noise as I was running, but I was too scared to look back. I finally got out the movie theater, but I noticed that my friend wasn't with me. The building was about to get locked down but the police, but I ran back in to look for my friend. I finally found her. She was on the floor with her eyes half way closed and it her stomach made it seem like she was breathing really hard. She had a bullet in her stomach. I picked her up and carried her out to where all the police was. They called an ambulance to come pick us up. We were at the hospital, and my friend was in bed. Finally, when she woke up, I told her what had happened and she thanked me. She said she couldn't thank me enough, so I told her I had to go so that she could get some rest. I finally woke up from this weird dream. I think this dream helped me understand how much I loved and cared for my friends. It also helped me realize the importance of friends in my life. Ever since then, I can't get this dream out of my head.
ReplyDeleteMy dreams are usually warped forms of my every day life. For example: I had a dream one night where I was going through my everyday life in the Junior High, but all of the classrooms looked strange and everything was in a different place then it is in real life. My dreams also rarely ever repeat, but there are a few things that pop up in many of them. I have had many dreams in which my teeth fall out. I will at first notice that they are loose and I frantically try to find a dentist type person to fix them, but they end up falling out before I can find someone to help. I have also had many dreams in which something bad is about to happen, (for example a tornado is about to come through), and I will try to tell everyone that we need to evacuate or do something. But no one will listen to me. I will keep shouting at them until the bad thing that I was worried about happens, and then I wake up. I think both of these dreams have to do with feeling that I am out of control, (my mom has a giant dream encyclopedia so we looked these things up). I can be a very anxious person and am always worried about keeping everything in check, so I think this is my brain's way of telling me to calm down.
ReplyDeleteAfter encountering a dream, I tend to remember quite a bit of it. Sometimes, when my dreams were happy, this was a gift. Unfortunately, since many of my dreams are on the depressing and creepy end of the spectrum, this is a haunting reminder that memory can be a damaging thing.
ReplyDeleteAbout five or six years ago, I had one particular dream that seemed to follow me around and, on unpleasant nights, sneak into my slumber. It typically began with me sitting in the living room of a tiny cabin my family owned when I was younger (six or seven). The lights would go off, and for some strange reason I would feel the need to go into the basement. As a child, I was always afraid of the basement. It was a dark and small area that I rarely roamed. I would descend the steps in complete darkness to find a trunk-- one that was never actually there in the cabin-- and open it. Inside would be a pillow and a lantern. Before I could react to these strange and seemingly insignificant objects, the entire cabin would tremble. Every time I had the dream, I would climb into the trunk and cover my head with the pillow. The shaking sensation would transform into falling. I would fall for a few seconds. This sometimes woke me up, but typically I would continue to sleep. Instead of abruptly hitting the ground, I would slowly decelerate. When completely stopped, I would turn on the lantern and see that I was never inside of a trunk, but dangling close to the edge of a cliff. I would walk away from the cliff and roam around in the darkness. I felt like I was in a large room rather than outside, so I expected to find a door or a wall. Instead, it never ended and I would become hopelessly lost in the darkness. On all occasions, I grew afraid and started sprinting. Eventually, I would wake up.
As a younger child, I saw this as insignificant. Now, I think I see some meaning to these reoccurring dreams. I experienced these dreams a few months before moving to India. It seems to me that my fear of becoming trapped in a place I didn't know triggered these unusual dreams. The trunk was like moving, something I feared but couldn't avoid. The darkness was like India (or how I thought it would be): confusing, unknown, and scary. I think it was my fear of moving to such a different environment that caused me to experience such a dream.
All of my dreams I have end up repeating themselves once or twice again. The dream I remember the most was when I was about 7 to 10 years old, repeating it self at least every week. I never remember the start of my dreams, but where I remember it starting off was me walking into my garage looking for my bike, But i realize that my bank had been taken to the repair shop. So I get on my scooter and zoom around my neighborhood. But by the time I come back, a giant fire breathing lobster had gotten onto my parents balcony and was burning down our house. I tried to wake my parents but they wouldn't wake so I ran out of the house and road scooter out of my driveway. I never got to finish the dream because thats where I woke up. When I was that age I was always scared that our house was going to burn down, so I think when I went to bed thats what I was thinking about. At the time I lived on a pond, which had a little creak running into it. In the creek were pretty big crayfish. I always thought that those crayfish were going to turn into fire breathing crayfish and burn down our house. But when I got older I stopped having the dreams when I knew that crayfish couldn't turn into fire breathing lobsters.
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ReplyDeleteUsually when I have a dream and can't really remember it or I can only remember bits and pieces of it. But one dream that I can remember clearly, that I had multiple times, was when I was twelve and was moving back to the states. So I am going bungee jumping by myself over a river. Don't remember what the river's name was just that it is in Washington state. So I am all ready to go with straps and harnesses and secure and everything. Then I walk out to the edge of the platform and look down. It is really far down and it looks like it is getting slightly farther away ever so slowly. But I jump anyways. After less than a second after jumping I hear a gun shot, so I look up to see that the bullet went straight through the rope and that I am now falling with no rope. Just as I hit the water I wake up with a huge jolt that shakes my entire body. This dream occurred during a rather stressful time during my life. I was moving back to the states with my family and things that we had to do in order to move just kept longer. I think that this dream reflects what I was feeling during that time. I think that this dream meant that if I tried to jump and worry myself so much that I was going to fall instead of just coming back up. At the time I was just really freaked out but it also made me think that maybe I should take it easy for a little while so as not to fall
I don't know whether my dream influenced real life, or the other way around, but this dream is one that still is relevant to me today. At a playground near my old house, these was a slide. We called it the "big slide". At the top of the ladder, it was probably twelve or fifteen feet. I dreamt that I started down the slide and somehow managed to slip and fall off the slide. I always woke up before I hit the ground, heart racing like it had actually happened. Nothing like this had ever happened in real life. However, even now, I have not a fear of heights, but a fear of falling from heights. I've had other scary dreams that involve falling from heights or almost falling. I don't know if the dream caused that, or the other way around.
ReplyDeleteI've never had a recurring dream that has had any real effect on me. I believe that when people grow older, they take less notice to their dreams than they might have as a little kid. I haven't had any especially traumatic incidents in my life that would cause a dream to keep coming back to me, so any dreams that I've had more than once would probably be based on a pretty insignificant event in my life.
ReplyDeleteIf there is one dream that I can think of now that happened multiple times, it would be a dream that I had when I was about seven or eight. I had just read a lot of the Magic Treehouse books, and one of them had a big cave bear that tried to maul the main characters. This scared be enough that I convinced myself that one of these bears was living under my bed. For a few months, I was always reluctant to leave my bed because, as everyone knows, bed-dwelling cave bears can only attack you when you leave your bed and your parents aren't also in the room. While this did freak me out quite a bit, it didn't have any effect on me other than fear.
There was one dream in my life that I really remember in detail. The only reason I actually remembered it was because I had the exact same dream maybe three or four times. I probably had this dream when I was 7 or 8. The dream started off with me and some unidentified person that was familiar to me but not anyone from real life that I knew and we had approached this big building. There weren't any actual doors but there were these rectangular holes that were like shoots. So me and this person each went in a separate shoot and it was like a big metal slide. I was propelled downward and arrived in this big room with multiple stories. It was really dark and looked like a factory. In the center of it all there was this giant pot filled with some pink gooey substance like melted bubblegum. The weird thing is the guy in Harry Potter who turns into a rat is stirring it and laughing. I would always get scared at that point and wake up immediately. I haven't ever been able to make much sense of the dream because it was so random in so many ways, but at that time I was starting at a new school, so it could have been the feeling of me being tossed into a situation that I really couldn't get out of and that I didn't want to be in. The dream told me that maybe I just had to face my fears, which is why there weren't any doors and just a metal opening that just shot me into the building. Also, maybe the building could have represented all of my fears at the time.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember many of my dreams, and I believe that is because I am a very deep sleeper. I don't get much sleep so the hours I do sleep I might as well be in deep comatose. No major life changing events have ever really happened to me. However, when I was younger I would watch horror movies and for the next couple of days any dream I did have would be about the horrific monter in the movie. For instance, when I watched 30 Days of Night I was super paranoid about vampires. I would sleep with two extra sharp pencils sitting on my bedside table (one pencil might not be enough) and I would keep a small light on. This was an irrational fear, vampires were wiped out in the Civil War, but my mind as a kid was so vulnerable to believing nonsense I let it scare the hell out of me for a week. I also had a fear of sharks not too long ago. I probably had dreams about them, but the kind of dream you forget the next morning. I was maybe 14 years old and thought I was the man, so when I was at the beach I obviously expected to be the apex predator in the ocean. Watching Shark Week showed me that should a shark choose to it could rip me to bits and pieces if it was hungry enough, so I hardly got in the water, and even then it was only with a person I thought I could out-swim if need be. Both of these fears were for one, irrational, and they were based in something that was more powerful than me. I've always been afraid of things out of my control, beyond my power, etc. I would be no match against a vampire or a shark, nothing I could do could stop them from doing what they wanted to do. I've also had a bit of a fear of teachers. There is such a huge power imbalance between teachers and students that I've always been afraid of them. If they want to kick you out of the class, they can do it, if they want to give you an F, they can do it. There is nothing in my power that I can do that a teacher can't undo. Teachers, along with vampires and sharks, still scare me because I am afraid of things I cannot control.
ReplyDelete(Bit of a side note: I like video games where I can control what is going on, like the Sims, or any game that has console commands so I can edit the game to fit what I want. I would probably make a good God.)
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ReplyDeleteI don't remember many of my dreams but there is one that I do remember. It was when I was in the 4th grade. It was more of a series of dreams than just one dream. The first time I was in a small boat in the middle of this lake and I started getting attacked by these giant piranha. I tried to get to shore but the piranhas started to eat the boat and then eventually me. The next night I was at the pool behind my house and the same thing happened again except I wasn't in the boat that time so I instantly got eaten. I have know idea what these dreams meant. All I know is that they scared me again and again.
ReplyDeleteI used to have the same nightmare recur a couple times during a short period of time when I was around the age of nine. I haven't been able to forget this nightmare, and most likely never will. Growing up, I went to school at Morningside Elementary School. On more than one occasion, the entire school had to be put under lockdown, because there was a dangerous, possibly armed, criminal had escaped. The first time it happened, I was in first grade. The second, I was in fourth. In my dream, it had been announced that Morningside was under lockdown, because two criminals were on the loose. I live adjacent to the school, and found myself promptly walking home to alert my parents of the criminals. I noted that there were no cars nor pedestrians in sight. As I approached my driveway, I vaguely saw two men that appeared to be in their mid 20s coming down the middle of the street. One was on a bike, the other was jogging beside him. I did not recognize them, but wasn't very worried. As I reached the fourth or fifth step in my driveway, the pair passed my house. Another moment went by before I saw them back up so they were in front of my driveway again. It took me a moment to register that the two men looking at me from the street were the wanted criminals. As I was connecting the dots, they started coming up my driveway. Panicked, I stumbled up my driveway, trying to get inside my garage. I continuously tripped over small rocks, and they were closing the distance between us. I had opened the garage door, but it was beginning to close. I kept looking back at the criminals to see if they had come upon me. The nightmare came to an abrupt stop with me falling on the ground as the garage door is inches from closing. Although this exact dream didn't recur, the idea of tripping with no way up filled my mind every time I went to sleep. I think that this thought kept coming up at that time because it was just after the second lockdown in fourth grade. I was petrified at school about a criminal coming and taking me, and this nightmare further frightened me. Before this time, I was fond of staying at home by myself; I liked the quiet. After this nightmare, however, I was discomforted by the idea. To this day, I hate being in my house by myself. Although I don't think this nightmare is the sole reason for these feelings, I think that it is a prominent part.
ReplyDeleteUnlike many of my classmates, I can remember most if not all of my dreams after I've had them. They are usually fascinating to me, but rarely contain anything more exciting than a bizarre conversation or a character from Harry Potter. I don't dream in color, I don't dream about people I know, and I almost never possess any kind of supernatural talents. This makes many of my dreams very uninteresting to hear or talk about, however, last year, during a time when i was extremely bored with my life, I had one recurring dream for a couple of weeks that was fascinating to me. I would start in suburbia, I would be on a path, all alone in the middle of the night. Nighttime, loneliness, and suburban neighborhoods would be enough to turn any dream into a nightmare, but surprisingly, I never felt alone or scared. As I walked farther, I would run into scattered groups of people all holding chinese lanterns. We would walk along the patter together, our numbers getting larger and larger, casting a glow of light all around, and then we would come to a huge green grassy hill. I would usually appear at the bottom with out really going through the motions of walking down, and when I reached the base of the hill, I would be at my old house, only there was a fifty foot church steeple with a bell added to the top of it. At that moment, I would realize that although there was still a glowing light coming from all around me, all the people that had been walking with me were gone. So I would look up to see what was causing the glow, and just as if it was built on a huge hill in front of me, I could see the entire city of atlanta at night, with all of its lights on. Unlike my other dreams, this one was in color, and every window in every skyscraper was shining a different color that collectively displayed a huge banner in the sky. It wasn't stagnant either: there were huge fluorescent dragons weaving in and out of each other with beautiful oriental designs. I still have a sharp image in my mind of a dark dark sky and the dark dark silhouette of a church steeple in the fore ground, while behind it the entire city is lit up and moving on a hill right in front of me. The next morning, I was shocked with what I had created, and I was so amazed with how beautiful it was, that I tried to recreate it multiple times with art supplies. This dream was so shocking to me, that I felt it had to mean something, but I could never figure out what. An online dream dictionary says that suburbia means you need to break out of sadness and monotony, a steeple represents ambition and goals, and a city means that you are lacking in close ties and connections. This is funny to me because, although I wasn't actually lonely at the time, I was extremely bored with my life, and maybe my dream was telling me that I needed to find a way to branch out and have a more exciting fulfilling life.
ReplyDeleteDuring the summer while I was browsing the University of California’s Youtube channel, I ran across a video where Melissa Harris-Perry was speaking at University of California: Santa Barbara. I watched it and was captivated. She spoke with so much eloquence, conviction, and grace; and her message was very eye opening. After watching that seminar, I found out more about her work as a political commentator and a professor of Political Science and started to watch her show on MSNBC. Since then I had a dream that occurred the night before this blogpost was assigned that I was at a large convention where Melissa Harris-Perry was speaking. After the speaking engagement, I met her and we exchanged contact information. Somehow when I logged into my email, she was online. I instant messaged her a standard greeting and she didn’t respond. I checked my instant messenger like 10 minutes later and saw she responded. I was about to ask her a question and she started typed “Hello? Anyone there?” I hesitated, started to type, and right then she went offline. At the end of the night, I still didn’t have a solid conversation with her, and I was very disappointed. I had this dream because I’ve wanted to meet Melissa Harris-Perry and go to one of her speaking engagements.
ReplyDeleteI don’t haven't had a recurring dram , and I usually can’t remember the dream I dreamt the night before. But I did remember this dream.
I used to have a dream that recurred every once in a while when I was younger. We were in my old house that had a very creepy basement that was used to store stuff. The walls, floor and ceiling were completely cement. The dream began with me being very hungry. Every time there was a bag of chips that I desperately needed in the center of the basement on a stool. I would try to go down, and turn on the light and grab the chips off the stool, but then an evil witch-doctor lady comes out of the dark corner and attacks me. I was faster than her, but for some reason, I was not able to walk, move, or even speak; I was paralyzed. She would soon eat me and that was that. It was weird though because every time I would go down to the basement, I knew the mean woman was down there, but I would still go anyways. Probably, this dream was trying to tell me something about not doing things if they are going to have heavy consequences.
ReplyDeleteI used to have a recurring dream when I was eleven or twelve. The dream was about me waking up, and realizing I was in the middle of a class. I did not know what class it was, and the techs handed out an assignment, usually a test, or something along those lines, and I was completely lost. By the time the class would, I realized the class contained no one but me, and the teacher started chastising me. I think this dream brought out my fear of doing badly in school. I also think it had to do with forgetting something very important to me, but not remembering what it was. Another dream I used to have took place when I was in 4th or 5th grade. I found myself on a cooking show, in which my dad competed. I don't remember there being anyone else there, but I do remember a wide table, in which large amounts of food was laid out. As my dad finished a meal, he handed me something to taste. After I tasted it, I asked him what I had eaten, and he told I had eaten fish in a sauce of some kind. I immediately felt my throat closing up, and hives spreading across my skin. Everything around me started to melt away,and I was left with a falling sensation. I think this dream came about from my allergies to fish, and, more generally to dying.
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