This Ones a Doozy

Discussion in 'Dreams' started by StupidHippy, Jun 16, 2005.

  1. StupidHippy

    StupidHippy Member

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    I have a lot of weird dreams nearly every night but this one probably tops the charts.( I know it's long, but it's pretty entertaining if you actually feel like reading it.)

    Alright, It starts out with me and a few people from my school just about to walk in to a museum in Germany, I assume that it's on a school field trip.

    So we walk inside, and the whole thing is just like a waz museum praising Hitler, every body else in my class, even the teacher seems to agree with it. I'm the only one who doesn't really get it.

    So all of a sudden it jumps to the next scene,(you know how dreams are). And it's just me, a girl from my school, two guys i know, and one mystery man who's just kind of sitting beside me. The weird part is, we're sitting on a cement platform with a chainmail fence on top of a hill, with the most beautiful scenery you could ever imagine around us.

    So i'm talking to the girl next to me, and after everything i say, the guy next to her leans forward and laughs, stops, and then leans back against the fence again.

    All of a sudden 4 fat girls come-a-waddling up the hill, and all the guys are like sweet lets hook up with em. I tell them i don't really want to, and they say well you have to hook up with some one, so i was going to ask the girl from my school out. But, i didn't have enough courage, and because of my lack of Courage, World War III starts.(not sure how i know it was WWIII, kind of just knew.)

    Change scenes again. Me and some other people i don't know are hiding out in a closet in the middle of a field, it looks kind of like a club house. theres another one right next to us where my friends from school are hiding. In my closet, we're all laying in sleeping bags under clothes hanging up. We're talking about how happy we are that it's almost christmas and we get to open our presents.

    Flash to where the German santa Claus, (Hans Klaus), is trudging through the snow. Hans Klaus is a weird character, he looks like a 2-D raindeer made of paper that walks onhis hind legs and dresses like santa. He has a side kick, who just looks like a scary scientist, and somehow i know that hans klaus is thew Hitler of WWIII.

    Flash back to my perspective, where we are hiding in the sleeping bag, and we hear hans klaus coming. So we scoot under neath the clothes and they open the door with swords, they say we know your in here, and they just start stabbing the ground, and everytime it's right next to me. So after a while of stabbingthey grab our presents and leave.

    Like a said, weird dream, haha.

    Pretty entertaining though. Always weird waking up after one of those.
     
  2. SageDreamer

    SageDreamer Senior Member

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    Wow! That's a tough one. The theme that I pick up on is peer pressure. The people from your school agree with the wax museum, and you don't. The other guys want to hook up with the fat girls, and you don't. You were going to ask the girl from your school, but you don't. I think it all has something to do with not following the crowd like a sheep.

    The whole idea of WWIII and Hans Klaus is obviously violent. It may be a very good thing that you don't do things just because everyone else is doing them. The whole Nazi theme might represent evil in general.

    My guess is that the dream means that you know the difference between right from wrong, but you face situations where other people's opinions don't make it easy to do the right thing. You have the strength not to give in. Don't give in!
     
  3. MrFantasy

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    Yeah. totally. And the christmas thing is expectations and stuff probably...
     
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