:wat::wat::wat::wat::wat:Once ( thirty years ago? ) i dreamed that i ate my grandpa's bones, after i played volleyball with my grandma, using his skeleton head as ball.
Once ( thirty years ago? ) i dreamed that i ate my grandpa's bones, after i played volleyball with my grandma, using his skeleton head as ball.
The other night I was with a troupe of survivors, escaping assault after assault of mysterious 500 ft. creatures in an urban environment....
Does this mean you sometimes have "cinematic" dreams? It read that way. I do, occasionally, it's really weird. I wonder if people had the equivalent dreams 100 years ago.
And regarding dream interpretations, I think that some have meaning, but not on any psychic/mystical level. There're the simple explanations regarding external sounds - I know that my subconsious will convert the sound of a plane flying over, or a thunderstorm, into a fairly recurrent "alien invasion" dream, and that if I hear cats, I get a dream about inexplicably taking the cats out with me to the mall or to work and mislaying some of them. There's also the impact of real-life stress, or worrying about something, that can translate into horror-movie dreams.
But most detailed interpretations are, imo, total bullshit. I'm looking at the moment at a website on interpretations, to pick up examples (and I'm not going to honour it with a link) and found this little gem:
"To dream that you are urinating symbolizes a cleansing and a release of negative or repressed emotions. Depending on your dream context, urination is symbolic of having or lacking basic control of your life. You are literally "pissed off" and not expressing yourself in a positive or constructive manner."
Actually, I suspect that it means that you need to wake up and go to the loo. Now.
I had a dream in which there was cannibalism, because of that old cannibal in The Witcher 1. That part of the game was creepy (the music, the atmosphere) and I used to play at night, my son was sleeping, most of the house in completely darkness and it's only the two of us here. It was night in the game as well, I was tired of killing drowners and I thought it would be nice to pay a visit to that "nice old man". Well... I had a bad dream about that, skulls running around and such.
I think that dream meant my destiny is to be a persona non grata, a looser if you will. The unwanted, the outcast. You know, that poor stupid thing everybody laughs about or hates.
It started early: my father and my mother hated me. He actually is a monster. And guess what: I'm far from being a teenager and it still hurts. It never heals. It's structural. I feel so fucking unworthy most of the time.
But now I'm a mom, I can't actually think about these things. I have an obligation to stay in this stupid existence. My son is beautiful and he's innocent. But sometimes it's just too hard.
Sorry. I guess my depression is here. This is my last post anyway.