some of this is strangely accurate, even though i seriously do NOT beleive in things like this whatsoeverrrr, i thought it might be an interesting thing to blog, because it has been quite a while! the better you know me, the more of this you will see as accurate! i'll explain more later! :)
You entered: nicollette jean marie harrison
There are 27 letters in your name.
Those 27 letters total to 131
There are 12 vowels and 15 consonants in your name.
Your number is: 5
The characteristics of #5 are: Expansiveness, visionary, adventure, the constructive use of freedom.
The expression or destiny for #5:
The number 5 Expression endows with the wonderful characteristic of multi-talents and versatility. You can do so many things well. The tone of the number 5 is constructive freedom, and in your drive to attain this freedom, you will likely be the master of adaptability and change. You are good at presenting ideas and knowing how to approach people to get what you want. Naturally, this gives you an edge in any sort of selling game and spells easy success when it comes to working with people in most jobs. Your popularity may lead you toward some form of entertainment or amusement. Whatever you do, you are clever, analytical, and a very quick thinker.
If there is too much of the 5 energy in your makeup, you may express some the negative attitudes of the number. Your restless and impatient attitude may keep you from staying with any project for too long. Sometimes you can be rather erratic and scatter yourself and your energies. You have a hard time keeping regular office hours and maintaining any sort of a routine. You tend to react strongly if you sense that your freedom of speech or action is being impaired or restricted in any way. As clever as you are, you may have a tendency to make the same mistakes over and over again because much of your response is glib reaction rather that thoughtful application. You are in a continuous state of flux brought by constantly changing interests.
Your Soul Urge number is: 8
A Soul Urge number of 8 means:
With an 8 soul urge, you have a natural flair for big business and the challenges imposed by the commercial world. Power, status and success are very important to you. You have strong urges to supervise, organize and lead. Material desires are also very pronounced. You have good executive abilities, and with these, confidence, energy and ambition.
Your mind is analytical and judgment sound; you're a good judge of material values and also human character. Self-controlled, you rarely let emotions cloud judgment. You are somewhat of an organizer at heart, and you like to keep those beneath you organized and on a proper track. This is a personality that wants to lead, not follow. You want to be known for your planning ability and solid judgment.
The negative aspects of the 8 soul urge are the often dominating and exacting attitude. You may have a tendency to be very rigid, sometimes stubborn.
Your Inner Dream number is: 6
An Inner Dream number of 6 means:
You dream of guiding and fostering the perfect family in the perfect home. You crave the devotion from offspring and a loving spouse. You picture yourself in the center of a successful domestic unit.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
yeah, we change our minds.
In this dream, i was sort of the girl in the beginning, but then just observing for most of the rest of the dream..
I was a little black girl, and i was walking my little black terrier puppy, (it had a red collar and leash) to school from my house, which was sort of a trailer and was furnished in the fashion of a crotchety old woman. it was sunny out. suddenly, my dad was there (not my real dad, my dream dad, he's black too, and his clothes are old and shabby) and from this point on, i am separate from the little black girl, i'm watching now.
anyways, her dad is walking her to school with the dog, and on the way, in a place reminiscent of riverside park, there is a stand where a man is selling hot dogs and sno cones. the dad who momentarily is very old, and suddenly caucasian, says "watch this" to the daughter, and pretends to fall.. the man running the stand gives a free sno cone to the dad, who is once again black, and his regular age. he immediately gives it to his daughter, who laughs, and accepts it.
something happens, but i can't quite remember what, but the little girl files a court case against her dad, and chooses to keep living with her mom, who is very pretty, (yet always stressed when i see her) with sleek black hair. they are in the park with her mom and step dad, and the daughter is telling her dad that it is for the best, and it what she has decided. (her dad is homeless) but he is devastated and anguished, he falls to his knees. its still sunny.
the girl and her step dad are in the park one day when they meet her real father, and they end up talking by the hedge gate to the park with her step dad, who she calls dad. it seems like the court may have ruled her dad unstable or maybe mentally incomeptent (thought he is most defintiely not), and so her step dad is sort of only there for supervision. nearing the end of the conversation, the daughter's real dad seems to accept the idea that his daughter living with her mom and step dad is a good thing. in fact, the two dads actually seem to bond and become friends, her real dad says to her step dad, that he had never realized that anyone could love their adoptive daughter that much and as much as he could.
after that, there are flashes of many days of both of her families spending time together at the park, listening to music and playing with the dog. the daughter gave her dad her terrier, which is now adult.
everyone is happy, and everyone is much much older.
one day, her dad is in the park by himself with the dog, his hair and stubble is grey. he sees her skipping along the hill, but she is in a bubble, and there are others in front and behind her, running and leaping unnaturally high in their bubbles, all following an instructor. it is choir practice. her dad tries to stop her and talk to her, it seems important, but she brushes him off and catches up with her class, leaving him alone in the fading light.
suddenly, you can see him lying down on his side under some trees, his back to you, and the ground is covered in pine needles. he's dead. and all of a sudden, the girl, and her mom and step dad, though separately all realize at once that they had made a huge mistake, that they could have had a hand in his survival - given him a place to sleep at night, a full meal or two, not only valued his friendship and his presence and his pride, but also his health and his age and his well being. they only ever valued his presence in their lives, they took for granted how hard he fought to survive every day, they never gave a second thought to his own life. they all cry and shout, and then the dream is over. a song was playing the other time, but all i remember of the words is: ♪ oh, we change out minds. yeah we change our minds ♪
I was a little black girl, and i was walking my little black terrier puppy, (it had a red collar and leash) to school from my house, which was sort of a trailer and was furnished in the fashion of a crotchety old woman. it was sunny out. suddenly, my dad was there (not my real dad, my dream dad, he's black too, and his clothes are old and shabby) and from this point on, i am separate from the little black girl, i'm watching now.
anyways, her dad is walking her to school with the dog, and on the way, in a place reminiscent of riverside park, there is a stand where a man is selling hot dogs and sno cones. the dad who momentarily is very old, and suddenly caucasian, says "watch this" to the daughter, and pretends to fall.. the man running the stand gives a free sno cone to the dad, who is once again black, and his regular age. he immediately gives it to his daughter, who laughs, and accepts it.
something happens, but i can't quite remember what, but the little girl files a court case against her dad, and chooses to keep living with her mom, who is very pretty, (yet always stressed when i see her) with sleek black hair. they are in the park with her mom and step dad, and the daughter is telling her dad that it is for the best, and it what she has decided. (her dad is homeless) but he is devastated and anguished, he falls to his knees. its still sunny.
the girl and her step dad are in the park one day when they meet her real father, and they end up talking by the hedge gate to the park with her step dad, who she calls dad. it seems like the court may have ruled her dad unstable or maybe mentally incomeptent (thought he is most defintiely not), and so her step dad is sort of only there for supervision. nearing the end of the conversation, the daughter's real dad seems to accept the idea that his daughter living with her mom and step dad is a good thing. in fact, the two dads actually seem to bond and become friends, her real dad says to her step dad, that he had never realized that anyone could love their adoptive daughter that much and as much as he could.
after that, there are flashes of many days of both of her families spending time together at the park, listening to music and playing with the dog. the daughter gave her dad her terrier, which is now adult.
everyone is happy, and everyone is much much older.
one day, her dad is in the park by himself with the dog, his hair and stubble is grey. he sees her skipping along the hill, but she is in a bubble, and there are others in front and behind her, running and leaping unnaturally high in their bubbles, all following an instructor. it is choir practice. her dad tries to stop her and talk to her, it seems important, but she brushes him off and catches up with her class, leaving him alone in the fading light.
suddenly, you can see him lying down on his side under some trees, his back to you, and the ground is covered in pine needles. he's dead. and all of a sudden, the girl, and her mom and step dad, though separately all realize at once that they had made a huge mistake, that they could have had a hand in his survival - given him a place to sleep at night, a full meal or two, not only valued his friendship and his presence and his pride, but also his health and his age and his well being. they only ever valued his presence in their lives, they took for granted how hard he fought to survive every day, they never gave a second thought to his own life. they all cry and shout, and then the dream is over. a song was playing the other time, but all i remember of the words is: ♪ oh, we change out minds. yeah we change our minds ♪
Monday, May 3, 2010
the only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain.
new dream! long one too, prepare yourselves...
it started out with me and amanda in my grandparents house, it was summer, and we were in the living room. i was sitting on the couch, and i looked outside the huge glass window, and saw a flash of white, which turned out to be a polar bear up on the hill, in the foreset (my granparents yard is backed into a huge mountain, there's no one else above them, just wilderness, its a little bit eerie actually) anyhoo, beside the polar bear, i was v from v for vendetta, and he was looking at me, we made a creepy sort of eye contact, even thought he was so far away. it was kind of ominous, like i knew he was coming for me, and then the next thing i knew, he was at the door. i tried to get amanda to answer it, but she wouldnt, and made an excuse about going to the bathroom, then went down to the hall. V knocked his mask up against the glass of the sliding doors, and i ran to the living room, and then there was a guy there, who was sort of like a cross between grant and tyson?! haha. anyways, we hid under the blanket on my grandparents couch, until i sort of felt v enter the room, and then we peeked out.
he basically ordered us to do what he said, and then we went to my granparents spare room downstairs where the sauna is. v wanted us to like secure the sauna room, and like protect something in the sauna. what he didnt know though, was that we had control over the room, all we had to do was tell the room what we wanted it to do, and it would do it. (sort of like the room of requirement in harry potter hahah) so we told it to not let anyone in, except for us, and anyone we said was allowed to be protected to. next thing i know, we are in the laundry room, and the guy i am with is most definitely grant, and for some reason, even though we are sort of half hiding, i just can't stop eating! like i am soo hungry, but everything i grab is really noisy, like bags of chips. grant is all like "wtf, how can you eat at a time like this?!" but i just keep chowing down and blowing our cover, even though V knows where we are anyways.
then suddenly, i am upstairs, looking down a hole in the floor, that a weird sort of electrical tower thing is coming up through, and it looks down into the living room downstairs, and V is trying to like make a business deal with some rough looking guys about this tower. one guy climbs up the tower, and almost gets out the hole in the floor but then he gets electrocuted and falls back down. V grabs a stretcher, which is so weird, because its like double decker, and another stretcher is hanging directly below it, like bunk beds. all of V's clients are sort of like "oh man is he okay?!" and V reassures them, even though he and i both know that the guy is obviously no longer alive. one of the clients asks "shouldnt we take his bnorhter too, just to be safe?" and so they load his brother into the bottom bunk of the stretcher too, and carry them away.
things get a little hazy here, but basically suddenly, we are outside, and amanda is back with us, and we are following V up into the forest. when we get to the top of the hill, i look down, and everything is sand, and the sand is in the like a huge pattern of the prints a spider or a snake would make when it walks across sand. we're sort of on the top of a like huge plateau, and when i look back where we had just came up, all i can see is sand for miles and miles, and my grandparents house is just gone.
now we are being led by jack black, not V, though he is still with us, and we are apparently trying to find a safe place, so we walk and we walk until we come to this hill, and we sort of look down on this really long building, which is like tons and tons of duplexes all connected, and in the yard, there are a few scraggly plants growing in the sand. jack black is sure this is the place, and tells me that the plants are pot plants, and that i can tell by the way they are growing in circular fields. but when i look at them, the fields are most definitely rectangular. we walk down to the fence, which is huge and electrical, and chain link, and every corner of it has a huge tower like the one V was demonstrating back in the basement. i was so relieved when i saw that one tower was sunken into the river to our right, and almost touched the fence because i was sure it was deactivated, but then V warned me it was still on. as we walked, we kept going through like.. tons of fences, and only the green coated chain link was safe to touch, but i was too afraid to touch it to open gates, so V went ahead of me and did it.
finally we got through all the chain link, and jack black led us to a door that was sort of down some stairs, and it was apparently his house. it looked promising, all clean and modern from the outside but when we went in, the floor and the walls were all bare, old cement, and there were pallets all randomly strewn on the ground. i followed jack black into the bathroom, which was quite nice, but dark. he said something like "oh, how i have missed this" and i was like "what, the bathroom?!" and he was like "no, my bed" and i looked down, and his mattress was on the floor, and he lied down on it, and so did i, but there was a pink blanket on top that was wet, and i was like, "ew your bed is wet!" and he said he knew, then got up and left. so i left too, and went upstairs, which was amanda's house! her sister was there, and she talked about how she didnt mind living there because jack black only rarely came upstairs to cook steak.
and then that was the end.
no closure, i know.
i keep wondering what would have happened if my alarm didnt go off and i kept sleeping, because i feel sort of like i juuuust missed the climax by about six seconds! ah well, let me know what to think, i'm kind of at a loss on this one hah.
it started out with me and amanda in my grandparents house, it was summer, and we were in the living room. i was sitting on the couch, and i looked outside the huge glass window, and saw a flash of white, which turned out to be a polar bear up on the hill, in the foreset (my granparents yard is backed into a huge mountain, there's no one else above them, just wilderness, its a little bit eerie actually) anyhoo, beside the polar bear, i was v from v for vendetta, and he was looking at me, we made a creepy sort of eye contact, even thought he was so far away. it was kind of ominous, like i knew he was coming for me, and then the next thing i knew, he was at the door. i tried to get amanda to answer it, but she wouldnt, and made an excuse about going to the bathroom, then went down to the hall. V knocked his mask up against the glass of the sliding doors, and i ran to the living room, and then there was a guy there, who was sort of like a cross between grant and tyson?! haha. anyways, we hid under the blanket on my grandparents couch, until i sort of felt v enter the room, and then we peeked out.
he basically ordered us to do what he said, and then we went to my granparents spare room downstairs where the sauna is. v wanted us to like secure the sauna room, and like protect something in the sauna. what he didnt know though, was that we had control over the room, all we had to do was tell the room what we wanted it to do, and it would do it. (sort of like the room of requirement in harry potter hahah) so we told it to not let anyone in, except for us, and anyone we said was allowed to be protected to. next thing i know, we are in the laundry room, and the guy i am with is most definitely grant, and for some reason, even though we are sort of half hiding, i just can't stop eating! like i am soo hungry, but everything i grab is really noisy, like bags of chips. grant is all like "wtf, how can you eat at a time like this?!" but i just keep chowing down and blowing our cover, even though V knows where we are anyways.
then suddenly, i am upstairs, looking down a hole in the floor, that a weird sort of electrical tower thing is coming up through, and it looks down into the living room downstairs, and V is trying to like make a business deal with some rough looking guys about this tower. one guy climbs up the tower, and almost gets out the hole in the floor but then he gets electrocuted and falls back down. V grabs a stretcher, which is so weird, because its like double decker, and another stretcher is hanging directly below it, like bunk beds. all of V's clients are sort of like "oh man is he okay?!" and V reassures them, even though he and i both know that the guy is obviously no longer alive. one of the clients asks "shouldnt we take his bnorhter too, just to be safe?" and so they load his brother into the bottom bunk of the stretcher too, and carry them away.
things get a little hazy here, but basically suddenly, we are outside, and amanda is back with us, and we are following V up into the forest. when we get to the top of the hill, i look down, and everything is sand, and the sand is in the like a huge pattern of the prints a spider or a snake would make when it walks across sand. we're sort of on the top of a like huge plateau, and when i look back where we had just came up, all i can see is sand for miles and miles, and my grandparents house is just gone.
now we are being led by jack black, not V, though he is still with us, and we are apparently trying to find a safe place, so we walk and we walk until we come to this hill, and we sort of look down on this really long building, which is like tons and tons of duplexes all connected, and in the yard, there are a few scraggly plants growing in the sand. jack black is sure this is the place, and tells me that the plants are pot plants, and that i can tell by the way they are growing in circular fields. but when i look at them, the fields are most definitely rectangular. we walk down to the fence, which is huge and electrical, and chain link, and every corner of it has a huge tower like the one V was demonstrating back in the basement. i was so relieved when i saw that one tower was sunken into the river to our right, and almost touched the fence because i was sure it was deactivated, but then V warned me it was still on. as we walked, we kept going through like.. tons of fences, and only the green coated chain link was safe to touch, but i was too afraid to touch it to open gates, so V went ahead of me and did it.
finally we got through all the chain link, and jack black led us to a door that was sort of down some stairs, and it was apparently his house. it looked promising, all clean and modern from the outside but when we went in, the floor and the walls were all bare, old cement, and there were pallets all randomly strewn on the ground. i followed jack black into the bathroom, which was quite nice, but dark. he said something like "oh, how i have missed this" and i was like "what, the bathroom?!" and he was like "no, my bed" and i looked down, and his mattress was on the floor, and he lied down on it, and so did i, but there was a pink blanket on top that was wet, and i was like, "ew your bed is wet!" and he said he knew, then got up and left. so i left too, and went upstairs, which was amanda's house! her sister was there, and she talked about how she didnt mind living there because jack black only rarely came upstairs to cook steak.
and then that was the end.
no closure, i know.
i keep wondering what would have happened if my alarm didnt go off and i kept sleeping, because i feel sort of like i juuuust missed the climax by about six seconds! ah well, let me know what to think, i'm kind of at a loss on this one hah.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
stand by me
so last night i dreamt that i got my belly button peirced but i didnt realize until i took off my shirt, and saw a big shiny diamondy dangly peircing there! so then in my dream i came to the conclusion that i had done this a weekend or two ago, one night when drinking @ matt and kyle's and that that must explain why i didnt remember it? and i was happy because i really do want my belly button peirced and i was pretty much thrilled i didnt remember the actual experience because i think it is going to hurt sooo badly o_O
and then i had another dream but all i remember of this one is that i was standing outside my car on the drivers side, nearer to the rear of my car, and that i had a poutine from new york fries, but it had a lot of cheese sauce on it, and i dropped it and it splattered ALLL over my car in the mall parking lot hahaa.
and then i had another dream but all i remember of this one is that i was standing outside my car on the drivers side, nearer to the rear of my car, and that i had a poutine from new york fries, but it had a lot of cheese sauce on it, and i dropped it and it splattered ALLL over my car in the mall parking lot hahaa.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
we go out in stormy weather, we seek out the taciturn
so last night i had a very very strange dream! at last! haha, i have been wanting to update this thing foreeeeverrr!
anyhow, i was dreaming that i was sitting in hero's (the tru bar) and suddenly grant was there, and he was acting very drunk and irritating, so some french twin guys that were apparently friends of mine, (and looked like the yoga instructor on couple's retreat) started beating grant up really bad, so i like jumped in front of them, and me and grant ran away, and we were hiding in like the top shelf of the refrigerated part of a grocery store, but in this grocery store all the shelves were sort of like cupboards because they had doors, and you needed to climb one of those ladders that slide along shelves (like in the library in beauty and the beast! ... or like @ bootlegger here..) to reach where we were. anyways, grant was trying to get out and get down but then the french guys saw him, so we decided to crawl along left and get out some other way, but when i turned to the left, gollum was there! o_O and so then we had to take him with us because he wouldnt let us pass unless we did.
so the next thing we know, gollum is gone and its just me with grant on my front lawn, and its really dark out, (the setting reminds me of that part on gran torino when those bad gangsters do a drive by shooting) and grant is like half passed out and bleeding or something, and then trish (my landlord) and my sister come out of the house, and they take grant back inside to like nurse him back to health or some shit.
then all of sudden i'm in my house with my mum, and we're in my room and its really nice and bright and light, sun is streaming through the windows, and room is very very small, like the roof is way too short, sort of the like bed part of a fifth wheel. trish keeps calling me and calling me, but i know it is about grant so i don't want to answer, because for some reason i know i don't want my mom to know about last night. but i finally do answer, and she keeps asking me what went on last night, because grant was saying strange things in his sleep. i know it was something bad, but i don't remember what apparently happened, so i keep avoiding the question and i really don't want my mum to start asking questions.
so then my mum is getting ready to leave, because she was just visiting kamloops for a few days, but on the way out of the house, she see's this muffin saran wrapped on a plate, and she wants to eat it, but i really don't want her to because it is from trish, and its like my special muffin or something. (its the kind of muffin that my grandma makes sometimes that are like a cross between a cupcake and a muffin, and they have big juicy blueberries all the way though them, and this cool crumbly sugary topping on top) but she doesn't care, and she just ripped off the top and gave it to me and ate the bottom half! and for some reason this was a huge deal to me, and it felt like she was being very inconsiderate haha.
anyways then i got a text and i woke up.
the end.
i really dont know what to make of this one... thoughts?
anyhow, i was dreaming that i was sitting in hero's (the tru bar) and suddenly grant was there, and he was acting very drunk and irritating, so some french twin guys that were apparently friends of mine, (and looked like the yoga instructor on couple's retreat) started beating grant up really bad, so i like jumped in front of them, and me and grant ran away, and we were hiding in like the top shelf of the refrigerated part of a grocery store, but in this grocery store all the shelves were sort of like cupboards because they had doors, and you needed to climb one of those ladders that slide along shelves (like in the library in beauty and the beast! ... or like @ bootlegger here..) to reach where we were. anyways, grant was trying to get out and get down but then the french guys saw him, so we decided to crawl along left and get out some other way, but when i turned to the left, gollum was there! o_O and so then we had to take him with us because he wouldnt let us pass unless we did.
so the next thing we know, gollum is gone and its just me with grant on my front lawn, and its really dark out, (the setting reminds me of that part on gran torino when those bad gangsters do a drive by shooting) and grant is like half passed out and bleeding or something, and then trish (my landlord) and my sister come out of the house, and they take grant back inside to like nurse him back to health or some shit.
then all of sudden i'm in my house with my mum, and we're in my room and its really nice and bright and light, sun is streaming through the windows, and room is very very small, like the roof is way too short, sort of the like bed part of a fifth wheel. trish keeps calling me and calling me, but i know it is about grant so i don't want to answer, because for some reason i know i don't want my mom to know about last night. but i finally do answer, and she keeps asking me what went on last night, because grant was saying strange things in his sleep. i know it was something bad, but i don't remember what apparently happened, so i keep avoiding the question and i really don't want my mum to start asking questions.
so then my mum is getting ready to leave, because she was just visiting kamloops for a few days, but on the way out of the house, she see's this muffin saran wrapped on a plate, and she wants to eat it, but i really don't want her to because it is from trish, and its like my special muffin or something. (its the kind of muffin that my grandma makes sometimes that are like a cross between a cupcake and a muffin, and they have big juicy blueberries all the way though them, and this cool crumbly sugary topping on top) but she doesn't care, and she just ripped off the top and gave it to me and ate the bottom half! and for some reason this was a huge deal to me, and it felt like she was being very inconsiderate haha.
anyways then i got a text and i woke up.
the end.
i really dont know what to make of this one... thoughts?
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
who needs peace when we've got love
so i really havent been dreaming much lately, which is really quite strange, but today at work when i saw this girl's foot under the change room door, and it had a little tattoo, i remembered one that i had last night, though its not very long or detailed.
i remember being in a tattoo place, and though i dont exactly remember the process, i just rememeber that i was getting a tattoo, and when it was done, i looked at the crook of my elbow and you could see just the tiniest bit of tattoo, but then when you turned my arm over, i had almost a full sleeve, covering like 75% of my arm! and i think it was like sort of tribal patterned but had flowers in it and maybe stars? and i remember amanda being really jealous that i had one before her hahaha.
and thats pretty much it!
but i felt like i had to blog it otherwise this would not be a complete collection of my dreams!
i remember being in a tattoo place, and though i dont exactly remember the process, i just rememeber that i was getting a tattoo, and when it was done, i looked at the crook of my elbow and you could see just the tiniest bit of tattoo, but then when you turned my arm over, i had almost a full sleeve, covering like 75% of my arm! and i think it was like sort of tribal patterned but had flowers in it and maybe stars? and i remember amanda being really jealous that i had one before her hahaha.
and thats pretty much it!
but i felt like i had to blog it otherwise this would not be a complete collection of my dreams!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
numero uno
Welcome fellow bloggers! pie in the sky is officially up and running! i'm super excited to start posting all of my dreams on here, once i've done it for a few months, it will be really cool to look back on my old dreams, i wonder if there will be any pattern?!
i love dreams, everything to do with them, i just find them absolutely enthralling. i love sharing my dreams with others and getting a second opinion on what i dreamt - thats not to say that i usually think they mean something, i dont do the whole "dream dictionary" thing, i think thats sort of along the same lines of astrology, which i'm not a fan of either. anyhoo, what i'm trying to say is that even though i dont think that they're like your subconcious's way of sending you a message, i do wonder why you dream what you dream, like, just what makes my brain decide that i should dream that frances is wearing my black and white shirt? that happened a couple of weeks ago, and it was pretty much the whole dream. she was just wearing this certain shirt, and it wasnt like i was even jealous or angry or thought it looked exceptional or really anything, she was just wearing it, no big deal. the end. like.. no message in that one, einstein.
i've always had exceptionally vivid and detailed dreams. half the time, i can tell you the name of a person that i guess my brain concocted for my dream. i can tell you first and last, and i can even spell it if i ever saw it written down in my dream. i also find that i have a lot of repetitive dreams, ones i've been having since i was really young, and could tell you about at any given time, but then also some that i never remember until i have had them again. i hear some people keep those and find crazy patterns in their dreams. plus, i find that most things make a ton more sense if you write them down, but thats just me. i learn by doing, not by seeing or hearing. (i'm pretty sure they teach you your learning style in elementary, so you know how best to study, just a random sidenote that i found of worthy mention.)
I hate to start out my very first post with such a dark dream, but its the one i have had most recently, and i just need to type it out before i forget it, so here we go! feedback welcome :)
Two days ago I dreamt that i was driving an old truck, very very old, like 70's, rusty and tan colored, and i was about 16 years old, and i was black (i wasnt really me at all actually). In the passenger seat, there was my brother, (not my real brother, mind, just my brother in my dream, lets call him my "dream brother") anyhoo, my dream brother was black too, and probably about 14 years old. we were driving on this road, and it was a highway, but made of asphalt, and was four lanes. The road was straight, and on either side there was forest, but the trees didn't have leaves or needles till about halfway up their trunks. We were driving in the right lane, and going fairly fast, when up ahead we saw a Pakistani woman, wearing a tan outfit that only revealed her eyes. she was in the left lane, and had a ready stance, sort of like she was going to wrestle someone. she leaped sideways into our lane once we were close, but i easily swerved into the left lane and avoided her, it was weird, but it wasnt a big deal. we kept driving, and caught up to this army-like caravan, one of the ones with the cloth top, with a green camouflage pattern all over it. as we pulled up behind it, we could see a bunch of Arabic soldiers inside of it, all with machine guns, and they were grinning. and suddenly i knew that they had made the woman jump in front of our truck, and that if we had hit her, they would have shot us, but if she hadn't jumped they would have shot her, but the irony was that eventually someone wouldn't be able to swerve in time. anyhoo, we were driving fast, but it was somehow leisurely, and though i realized that passing the caravan may not be a good idea, there was no other option. so we pulled up along side them, and they started to shoot at us. i yelled for my dream brother to duck, but he instead tucked his chin in and leaned as far back in his seat as he could, and i remember distinctly being surprised that he hadn't ducked, but his choice had been much more practical than mine, had he ducked, his whole upper body would have been in full view for a couple of seconds. i knew that if we didn't do something quickly, we weren't going to make it, so i rolled the truck into the ditch across the road, and i remember flying through the air with all sorts of debris, no longer inside the truck, thinking that maybe i had just killed us both anyways. we landed, and i had to drag my dream brother out from under some metal, but then we managed to get up and run. we kept finding ourselves on a trail, but i didn't want to be on one, because i knew it would be easier for them to track us if we followed one. we ran and ran and eventually there was a dog chasing us (one of those ones on call of duty nazi zombies for those of you who know what they look like), and i was devastated because i knew that once it was following us, we'd be found within seconds. somehow, though, we managed to lose it, and we wound up in this weird small village of tee-pees, and the sun was shining. then all of a sudden we were in a bare white room with old couches and a bunch of hippie people. there was one man i remember distinctly, he was tall, and had long dreadlocks. they all kept telling us that we were safe now, and that we could relax, we just had to stay in the room. they were all so calm, but i was still filled with adrenaline, and was quite sure that they didn't realize, but we had brought the enemy to their safe place. i tried tell them, make them listen, but all they could say was that we were safe, and not to worry. i was quite distraught, but then i woke up, because my alarm went off.
strange, yes? especially the part that I was someone else, that rarely ever happens to me.
i love dreams, everything to do with them, i just find them absolutely enthralling. i love sharing my dreams with others and getting a second opinion on what i dreamt - thats not to say that i usually think they mean something, i dont do the whole "dream dictionary" thing, i think thats sort of along the same lines of astrology, which i'm not a fan of either. anyhoo, what i'm trying to say is that even though i dont think that they're like your subconcious's way of sending you a message, i do wonder why you dream what you dream, like, just what makes my brain decide that i should dream that frances is wearing my black and white shirt? that happened a couple of weeks ago, and it was pretty much the whole dream. she was just wearing this certain shirt, and it wasnt like i was even jealous or angry or thought it looked exceptional or really anything, she was just wearing it, no big deal. the end. like.. no message in that one, einstein.
i've always had exceptionally vivid and detailed dreams. half the time, i can tell you the name of a person that i guess my brain concocted for my dream. i can tell you first and last, and i can even spell it if i ever saw it written down in my dream. i also find that i have a lot of repetitive dreams, ones i've been having since i was really young, and could tell you about at any given time, but then also some that i never remember until i have had them again. i hear some people keep those and find crazy patterns in their dreams. plus, i find that most things make a ton more sense if you write them down, but thats just me. i learn by doing, not by seeing or hearing. (i'm pretty sure they teach you your learning style in elementary, so you know how best to study, just a random sidenote that i found of worthy mention.)
I hate to start out my very first post with such a dark dream, but its the one i have had most recently, and i just need to type it out before i forget it, so here we go! feedback welcome :)
Two days ago I dreamt that i was driving an old truck, very very old, like 70's, rusty and tan colored, and i was about 16 years old, and i was black (i wasnt really me at all actually). In the passenger seat, there was my brother, (not my real brother, mind, just my brother in my dream, lets call him my "dream brother") anyhoo, my dream brother was black too, and probably about 14 years old. we were driving on this road, and it was a highway, but made of asphalt, and was four lanes. The road was straight, and on either side there was forest, but the trees didn't have leaves or needles till about halfway up their trunks. We were driving in the right lane, and going fairly fast, when up ahead we saw a Pakistani woman, wearing a tan outfit that only revealed her eyes. she was in the left lane, and had a ready stance, sort of like she was going to wrestle someone. she leaped sideways into our lane once we were close, but i easily swerved into the left lane and avoided her, it was weird, but it wasnt a big deal. we kept driving, and caught up to this army-like caravan, one of the ones with the cloth top, with a green camouflage pattern all over it. as we pulled up behind it, we could see a bunch of Arabic soldiers inside of it, all with machine guns, and they were grinning. and suddenly i knew that they had made the woman jump in front of our truck, and that if we had hit her, they would have shot us, but if she hadn't jumped they would have shot her, but the irony was that eventually someone wouldn't be able to swerve in time. anyhoo, we were driving fast, but it was somehow leisurely, and though i realized that passing the caravan may not be a good idea, there was no other option. so we pulled up along side them, and they started to shoot at us. i yelled for my dream brother to duck, but he instead tucked his chin in and leaned as far back in his seat as he could, and i remember distinctly being surprised that he hadn't ducked, but his choice had been much more practical than mine, had he ducked, his whole upper body would have been in full view for a couple of seconds. i knew that if we didn't do something quickly, we weren't going to make it, so i rolled the truck into the ditch across the road, and i remember flying through the air with all sorts of debris, no longer inside the truck, thinking that maybe i had just killed us both anyways. we landed, and i had to drag my dream brother out from under some metal, but then we managed to get up and run. we kept finding ourselves on a trail, but i didn't want to be on one, because i knew it would be easier for them to track us if we followed one. we ran and ran and eventually there was a dog chasing us (one of those ones on call of duty nazi zombies for those of you who know what they look like), and i was devastated because i knew that once it was following us, we'd be found within seconds. somehow, though, we managed to lose it, and we wound up in this weird small village of tee-pees, and the sun was shining. then all of a sudden we were in a bare white room with old couches and a bunch of hippie people. there was one man i remember distinctly, he was tall, and had long dreadlocks. they all kept telling us that we were safe now, and that we could relax, we just had to stay in the room. they were all so calm, but i was still filled with adrenaline, and was quite sure that they didn't realize, but we had brought the enemy to their safe place. i tried tell them, make them listen, but all they could say was that we were safe, and not to worry. i was quite distraught, but then i woke up, because my alarm went off.
strange, yes? especially the part that I was someone else, that rarely ever happens to me.
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