In your dreams!
Losing your teeth - feeling of powerlessness and loss of control, losing something, like a job or a relationship.
Your are naked in public - a fear of being found out and exposed over your activities or feel that someone is misjudging you.
Drowning - fear of being overwhelmed by your worries and emotions, struggling with something in your personal or professional life, having a conflict with someone or fighting for your own survival.
Dreams, or head movies, are for some a means by which the brain processes emotions, memories and information that has been absorbed throughout the waking day.
For others, they have a deeper meaning, a sign or a premonition of something that is to happen and some wake up with no memory of dreaming at all.
I rarely dream, but when I do it is usually the same one. The top three mentioned are a few of the most common dreams but the one I have when I am not awake is being chased - by dinosaurs... specifically Velociraptors. Not the turkey sized, feather covering, "great lizard" type like they actually looked like way back in the days, but the Jurassic Park type.
Very vividly and far too realistically, I am running around Isla Sorna, hiding in abandoned buildings from these high pitched screaming, mid-toe claw tapping carnivores.
Inside a three-story building, I can see over one of the balconies how they run around hunting, coming closer and closer to me.
I duck down in the corner of the balcony, holding my breath, when I hear something coming up the stairs. With her glaring reptile eyes she looks at me and attacks.
As she opens her mouth to sever my head, I wake up... this is where we all wake up, when we are about to die... because our brains does not know how that is like.
Being chased by something in a dream can mean that you are avoiding and issue or a person... being chased by dinosaurs indicates a fear of no longer being needed or useful or that old issues are coming back to haunt you... or maybe I should watch Spielberg's extinct animal park flick a bit less... But I will not because dinosaurs f-ing rule!
With the lack of dreams to reminisce and tell the world about, I do have a dream from when I was but a little youngster that has been etched in my memory forever... Nr. 1 because it was the weirdest shit ever... nr. 2 because when I told my dad about it he laughed until he cried.
" I came home from school with the biggest smile on my face. I had aced the test!
Instead of grades from 1-5 or A-F our teacher used stickers of fruits symbolizing different values. My paper was covered with a fruit salad - the equivalent of a Harvard A.
My teacher was so darn proud of me that she gave me a gift - a piss-ant!
Me and my piss-ant were so happy together. With a sowing thread I made him a lead and took him on long afternoon walks.
The sun was shining high in the sky, birds chirping as we walked along the asphalted, main road.
To protect my pissy ant from the traffic, he walked on my right side near the grass.
This is where tragedy happened. The asphalt had cracked where we were going... to me, the crack was about a centimeter wide. To my pissy wissy ant, it was the Grand Canyon and he fell in, never to return again. I wept like a Millenial trying to work a rotary phone."
Dream on.
Your are naked in public - a fear of being found out and exposed over your activities or feel that someone is misjudging you.
Drowning - fear of being overwhelmed by your worries and emotions, struggling with something in your personal or professional life, having a conflict with someone or fighting for your own survival.
Dreams, or head movies, are for some a means by which the brain processes emotions, memories and information that has been absorbed throughout the waking day.
For others, they have a deeper meaning, a sign or a premonition of something that is to happen and some wake up with no memory of dreaming at all.
I rarely dream, but when I do it is usually the same one. The top three mentioned are a few of the most common dreams but the one I have when I am not awake is being chased - by dinosaurs... specifically Velociraptors. Not the turkey sized, feather covering, "great lizard" type like they actually looked like way back in the days, but the Jurassic Park type.
Very vividly and far too realistically, I am running around Isla Sorna, hiding in abandoned buildings from these high pitched screaming, mid-toe claw tapping carnivores.
Inside a three-story building, I can see over one of the balconies how they run around hunting, coming closer and closer to me.
I duck down in the corner of the balcony, holding my breath, when I hear something coming up the stairs. With her glaring reptile eyes she looks at me and attacks.
As she opens her mouth to sever my head, I wake up... this is where we all wake up, when we are about to die... because our brains does not know how that is like.
Being chased by something in a dream can mean that you are avoiding and issue or a person... being chased by dinosaurs indicates a fear of no longer being needed or useful or that old issues are coming back to haunt you... or maybe I should watch Spielberg's extinct animal park flick a bit less... But I will not because dinosaurs f-ing rule!
With the lack of dreams to reminisce and tell the world about, I do have a dream from when I was but a little youngster that has been etched in my memory forever... Nr. 1 because it was the weirdest shit ever... nr. 2 because when I told my dad about it he laughed until he cried.
" I came home from school with the biggest smile on my face. I had aced the test!
Instead of grades from 1-5 or A-F our teacher used stickers of fruits symbolizing different values. My paper was covered with a fruit salad - the equivalent of a Harvard A.
My teacher was so darn proud of me that she gave me a gift - a piss-ant!
Me and my piss-ant were so happy together. With a sowing thread I made him a lead and took him on long afternoon walks.
The sun was shining high in the sky, birds chirping as we walked along the asphalted, main road.
To protect my pissy ant from the traffic, he walked on my right side near the grass.
This is where tragedy happened. The asphalt had cracked where we were going... to me, the crack was about a centimeter wide. To my pissy wissy ant, it was the Grand Canyon and he fell in, never to return again. I wept like a Millenial trying to work a rotary phone."
Comments
Post a Comment