Here's a thought that I've had for quite a while and it's something that I've been meaning to turn into a thread at some point, so here it is: What is a dream? What do dreams mean? Can we make sense of dreams? What do dreams tell us about ourselves? What can dreams reveal about our thoughts and feelings? Can learning about what we dream about and why help us to better understand each other? I think so. I am sure many others also believe this as well. As such, this discussion topic will be all about dreams, dreaming, and their meanings/implications/influence. It is both the collective "dream diary" of our community and also a discussion/analysis/interpretation topic for such dreams that are recorded here. This thread is driven by its users and those who post in it - in order to discuss a dream, we would have to know of one, wouldn't we? The way it works is that a member will post a recent or memorable dream that they experienced in their sleep or through some other method and then everyone else will then discuss or attempt to analyze and interpret its significance or possible meanings. And...we go!
I have posted in detail many of my dreams in the dreaming about ponies thread, so I will probably copy and paste the dreams from there. But I will start now with a non-pony related dream since it will be more relevant here.<br><br>First of all real life context so you know how weird this dream is.<br><br>My mother is one of those cool, open minded, plays video games, will accept me no matter what I do or get into. Basically she is a best friend and we can and we can hang out like friends and talk about many things we have in common. I think hipster is another word for this. So now I will explain the dream.<br><br>I was back to living in a house from my childhood, 13-15 and me and my mum were laying on a mattress that we had in the louge room and were watching TV. Shortly we were trying to sleep, for some reason we were both sleeping on the mattress and I accidently kicked her. She shouted at me and told me to get to sleep and stop disturbing her. I couldn't sleep so I decided to carefully get up and go to the kitchen. Here I looked for something to eat or drink and I heard my mum shout at me to be quiet and get back to bed, really angrily. She was screaming it at me. I was starting to get scared by her behaviour. This continued for reasons I can't remember.<br><br>I would keep trying to sleep and somehow disturb her and she would shreek at me like a banshee. Eventually I had had enough and I decided to go to another room. What used to be my bedroom back then. She was still screaming at me and was starting to get hysterical with anger. "What is wrong with you"? I shouted back at her and this just made her more mad and I was literally scared she was going to get violent, with how aggressive she was being. In my room I found it was empty except for a phone and dressing table. I picked up the phone and found it had been cut.<br><br>She started screaming at me about how dare even think to call for help and not trust her. I walked quickly back into lounge room to attempt to escape the house through the front door. But she was waiting for me and pulled a gun on me. "You are not going anywhere!" she screamed "sit down, now". In stead of obeying I rolled toward her as quickly as I could and grabbed her hands holding the gun. We wrestled with the gun for a while and then she managed to point it towards my face and then the dream ended.<br><br>Yeah scary, completely out of her character. let me tell you. My Mum is actually normally difficult to get angry and is a calm collected person.<br><br>Unlike some people I do not believe dreams are anything more then hallucinations your brain makes while is is resting and recovering.<br><br>But if you guys want to read into it, feel free.
The mind is very diverse, and still a huge mistery to us. I do believe dreams may be more than just a mix of experiences/emotions previously experienced. I think the mind is capable of amazing things we can't understand yet. Maybe it even has the ability to tell/remind its ''owner'' certain things that can be helpfull, in the form of a dream. But 'nuff philosophy. This is an interesting thread. Next time I have a dream that stays with me, I'll post it
I personally believe dreams are just an amalgamation of the brains processes. Since there are so many processes going on in the brain, any meaning derived from thoughts and feelings become blurred by the other processes such as perception, memory, so on and so forth. Going by the nature of the dreams I have heard, and the individual telling me them, I believe imagination plays a huge part in the creation of dreams. I am a very imaginative and creative person, and as such I have extremely vivid and strange dreams compared to some people I know who are less imaginative. I'm not saying, however, dreams are void of any meaning. I've had dreams relative to my fears and desires, so I know they at least play a small part. However, that isn't, in my opinion, the basis for dreams. People have actually encountered severe emotional problems for having a dream they feel reflects a hidden desire, when in fact it had nothing to do with such things. Unless very clear, it is nigh on impossible to differentiate between what mental processes are contributing to what aspects of the dream. As for my dreams, they are often so abstract and bizarre that words can't accurately express how strange they are. Even if I was able to write down exactly what happens and how, I would still be unable to express the ambience and atmosphere that accompanies my dreams. The human brain is so amazingly complex.
I only have nightmares. Some of them I dare not to repeat to this place. Not once in my life have I had a "Good" dream. Only nightmares. To be honest, some of them are really, REALLY, screwed up. Like, earthbound Giygas messed up. Yeah. That's why. What is telling my brain to have constant visions of Torture, Murder, Rape, and Violence? I'll never know. It's most likely "Flashbacks" from my childhood. I doubt I'll ever get over it. But yeah, I have no idea why I'm having these nightmares. I haven't been able to get good shut-eye since.
My dreams are like Kenny from Southpark, 80% of the time they involve dying at the end. My dreams can also seem really real. I have had so many cock teases about winning the lottery or gaining superpowers from dreams, just to wake up and get the crushing feeling of dissapointment after a really cool dream that seemed like it was really happening. I even once had a dream that I was a contestant on Survivor and lasted several weeks. It felt so real that I did not realise it didn't happen for a few days. I'm dead serious. That was so strange. I still remember a lot of that dream 6 years later. @Saikyo, that sounds terrifying. I've never had any dreams that grimdark. The dream frequently ends with me being 1 second from dying, but always ends just before it happens.
Hate to say this, but I'm one of those guys that believe if you Die in the Dream, you die in Real Life. Isn't it just odd how you always seem to stop the dream right before you die? The brain could possibly take the dream as reality, and shut itself down, because it thinks that too much damage has been done. It's extremely possible. Just not proven. I've been called insane many a time because of this opinion.
iv had loads of dreams,observer dreams,action dreams ,ons where ive brutally murdered everyone and enjy doing it,flying dreams,one where i accidently unleash hell on earth,one where i escape from a jail,and turn it into a arena smashing monsters faces in for fun ,and alot where i btray my friends or they betray me
OH Damn, Like I said in other post, I almost never remmember my dreams T_T, but I think that the dreams.............sometimes show us what we want do or what we feel,................... but other times just show us random feelings or memories of our brain............That what I think, is not something very Deep XD, but is something.
Last night I had a dream where I went to this chat group I frequent, as per everyday life with me. My friend told me he loved me. I was like WTF at the time, but after thinking about it, I realized i loved him too. Then I woke up. Also, this was the girl I love's brother, if that means anything.
I had a weird dream tonight... I recall a little of it. I dreamt I was one of the human guardians of a minas-thirid like fortress. At first the Na'vii (from Avatar) attacked, and it was a preety epic battle. (Only kind of weird I was on the humans side. Normally I always prefer to be on the native/natureguys side.) And then the Asmodians (from Aion Online) attacked us, and again it was a pretty cool battle. The dream was kind of shallow so far, but after that I believe it became a little more complicated. My two little brothers were there, and they got killed I believe. So I was sad, and someone led me to the beach to look for two nice shells to put on their graves. Then he led me further on, but I can't remember actually making it to their graves/buryal sites. I know there was a lot more to it, but I can't remember anything else right now... EDIT: I remember in my dream I was already thinking about how I would formulate it here in this thread
Quite interesting, really. While some dreams can just be chalked up to the subconscious mind having its own devices, they can also reveal unconscious thoughts that may be dwelling in your psyche. From this dream I'm getting that there is some sort of conflict, presumably with your mother or even with yourself on something. Of note are your reactions in the dream, which would seem to indicate a "walking on eggshells" relationship in some aspects of it. The cut phone could be symbolic of some communications problems you may be having with others. It may have been out of character, although such dreams are not uncommon - in most cases, I would imagine it represents an internal struggle over an idea or matter of being. Of course, this is just speculation on behalf of my experience with the subject. Indeed it is. I find it very interesting what could be going through the minds of others and perhaps get an idea of how they think. It's as much mental as it is emotional, so any number of influences could be at play for what goes into a dream and its meaning or significance to the one who has had it. Trauma certainly influences the nature of one's dreaming - psychological disturbances have been noted to affect the state of mind, both the conscious and unconscious. Those who suffer from PTSD can attest for this and there have been studies that look into the far-reaching effects of this in the psyche. Nightmares and distressing dreams are rather common for such individuals, bringing a strong emotional response to the one experiencing it. As emotionally and psychologically draining as they are, one must realize that as a dream, such things cannot bring any more harm than the event that had triggered it. As for the interpretation of these kinds of dreams, they would certainly be tied into inner mental and emotional conflict - specifically, dreams of violence and destruction. While understanding this doesn't do anything to prevent them from happening, it may give some insight into why they are. Of particular interest to me are dreams that are blatantly symbolic and vivid, something which possibly indicates some presence of consciousness within that dream - when you realize it is a dream and can experience it as if you were literally in it. The kind where you can actively think and realistically feel sensations within this projected environment - sometimes frighteningly so. Lucid dreams are another side of that coin, but I have not had them. I am most intrigued by clairvoyant dreams, where one dreams of a future event and then experiences it at some point in their waking life. I tend to have both rather often and can remember all or most details. Many more fantastic events can be rationalized as being influenced by the imagination or even the desires one has.+ Death dreams are actually not uncommon and do not always have to be negative. In some aspects, death represents the ultimate form of 'freedom', where one is relinquished of any responsibility and accountability, concepts that presumably leave many feeling "trapped" or restricted in what they can do. Death may also represent change or the beginning of new things for you. It may be difficult to see this at first as the thought of dying can be alarming when one experiences it in a dream, but it should always be put into consideration of its context or an understanding of circumstances. I've had several dying dreams myself, although I would usually see it through or snap back into consciousness at or just before the moment of fatality. I still am to make sense of them, myself. Nothing too out of the ordinary and nothing to be alarmed about. Unless something stands out to you that you feel is significant, I wouldn't consider it to be especially troublesome. Dreams can come in many forms and with different themes or implications, but I would want to think there is some form of meaning or significance that can be found from them. I'm not entirely sure what it means, although it perhaps implies that you accept your friend in terms of your relationship with him. Love can also be friendly and doesn't necessarily have to be romantic or anything like that. On the other hand, perhaps it is speaking something about other feelings you may be having at the time - 'love' dreams are a type of wish-fulfillment in some regards and perhaps you feel unsure of your thoughts about your love interest. As such, perhaps your friend is a proxy for someone that you'd like to hear such a proclaimation from. Battle brings death, death brings sorrow... As previously stated, a war or any kind of fight implies conflict of emotions or actions and thoughts with others or within one's self. This one in particular was rather fantastical, but also resulted in the death of your siblings - one that left an emotional response in you. Looking at the two sides of the battle, perhaps it implies that because of your focus on certain things, you feel that you are neglecting others and they must suffer for it. It seems like a stretch, but that is perhaps my best guess, barring that it was just a an ordinary dream that doesn't mean much. :Boo: so yeah...
wll back in the begging of high shcool all my old primary school friends decided to abandon me so thats propbobly it
Actually, the battles itself didn't feel negative at all if I recall correctly. There was no hate or bloodlust.. It just felt... epic, and liberating.... I think I had wings, also. But then my brothers died and the dream became kind of more 'personal'. I believe I was shocked and sad, but I wasn't devastated... It just didn't seem THAT big an event.
I had a dream where I was living in a tiny cramped caravan (which I actually did for 1 1/2 years, I lived in a caravan 40 meters away from my grandmothers house). But I loved it because of the complete privacy and even enough isolation that I could play Singstar and Rockband at max volume without bothering anyone or embarrising myself. Next thing I knew I had somehow got an offer to live in a portion of a massive mansion sized house. Apparently to myself I had an apartment sized living area complete with my own bathroom, kitchen and bedroom, which was also the living room. (In real life it looked like the room I live in plus kitchen and bathroom, so significant improvement but not huge) Apparently this place was such a great improvement from the caravan that I accepted the offer no question. I enjoyed myself, watched tv, and started walking around my spacious cheap living quarters and getting really excited about how much I love the place. I went to sleep in my dream and when I woke up, sleeping next to me in the same bed was a man and a woman. I jumped out of the bed in surprise. 'WTF are you doing in my house?' I asked. 'We live here too' they replied. My emotions in the dream went straight into depression as I realised that since I was sharing with 2 strangers. This place was much much worse then the caravan.
My dreams always go from first to third person randomly... Sometimes I'm me, and sometimes I'm watching me. I've also been things other than me. So yeah, I know what you mean by that camera-like effect.
I've kept a dream journal (not a diary! ;p) for 28 years. Some of the dreams I've had . . . Obviously I can't go into a longish description of them, so I'll just brush over them. I've had very lucid dreams, one in particular I remember I was looking for a friend of mine, and I found her grandmother (whom I never met), but she didn't know where she was, and I started to worry, and then I saw her, rushed to her and just held her feeling so relieved. I woke up while I was holding her, and I thought for sure she was in my arms when I woke up. I've taken control of dreams when danger happens (not very often, though), I've been other people and things, met famous people even if they've been dead, and people I've met online that I've never even seen a picture of. Lots of times, I think dreams are just junk thoughts and images, or things you were thinking about when you went to bed. Other times, it does appear like my brain is trying to work something out, or remind me of something. Last night, I did have a very nice dream, in which I was at a big university-like building, and we were all there - all the members of Everypony. I just somehow knew that everyone I met was a brony from Everypony, and we were having a big party. As it got late, the actual ponies themselves showed up. And I just accepted it as normal. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash convinced me to help them pull pranks on others (Ok, so they didn't have to work too hard to convince me), and I remember playing some prank on Setzer, or planning on one, but instead Fluttershy got the brunt of it, and she got scared. So we were upset and stopped. Then I woke up.
Tonight I dreamt I was herding pigs. There were big pigs and little piglets... And I was kind of scared of them. Especially when they would run oinking towards me to snuff me. When I opened the door to a shack that was crammed with stuff, there was this little piglet that came racing towards the shack. It wanted to hide between the garbage and stuff inside the shack, but I picked it up (even though I was a little scared to do so) before it managed. Then I put it back outside with the other pigs and quickly shut the door of the shack. When I later opened the shack again, the piglet came running towards it again. This time it managed to disappear between all the stuff in the shack, and I couldn't get it out of the shack anymore. I figured out a possible interpretation of this... The little piglet is me, and it represents how I feel at school, and society in general; I have the urge to hide myself. The herd of pigs represent people in my surroundings. People look at you, occassionally come to 'snuff' at you, and then leave you alone again. And this scares me. I mostly want to be unseen and be left alone. But there is also a part of me that wants to 'drag myself out of the shack'. Sometimes this succeeds, but sometimes it doesn't.
