I've had this re-occuring dream ever since I can remember, aside from various laps of periods not having it ranging from years to nights. Im in a house, its dark and musky, the walls are painted the color of sandpaper and the floor are covered with chocolate-brown shag rugs. Its so cluttered with tossed clothes and ashtrays and basically a man who's a sports fan or a bachelor or something's stuff that I have to crawl through gaps in piled up burgendy furniture and polished cherrywood tables. Dark couches are arranged on the side of the walls (defying gravity position), and specifically children books are thrown atop stuff. I find a white door with a gold knob that leads to a white cement hallways with white lights on inside and its cold, i open it and then the next thing I know i go through a giant levitating mouse trap and ppl i used to know growing up (like 7) are floating around, disappear and Im climbing out of a big burgendy padded chair from under the cushion and end up in a darker room. I see my dad (who's abusive, if that has anything to do with it..) and he doesnt notice me. Then the walls close in and high pitched voices start screeching and I suffercate from a blackness that comes over me. I literally wake up b/c i feel like im suffercating.. Its not scaring but its concerning, i have no idea what it might mean b/c of all the abstract details that are punctuated throughout the whole thing.. Any able to help me? My first nightmare was also re-occuring for about 1 1/2 year when i was 4 but i remember the whole thing like its burned into my brain.. Im walking to the mail box (at five i used to really do this) cross my old parking lot barefoot with my keys to open it. I find my little square, open it, there's no mail. Its a white day, nice whether, and then a giant pray-manthis makes its way towards me in a flash, standing cast in a rather powerful grandeur, picks me up with his pincher hand thing, looks at me like letting me know its my end and I know what's comming and I am calm, and bites my head off. It abruptly ends after tha like I subconciously black out. Now. These are FUCKED UP to the extreme. But with that being said, i know they have some kind of something in them, can anyone help out please? <3 <3Thanku... <3
I used to have a reoccuring dream like the first one you mentioned and I was actually in a house that I had been in when I was way to young to be able to remember the details that I did.. but I found that out when I finally talked to my mom about it and it turns out that the people that lived in the house were child molesters and had just been busted I however had no clue but it was weird... really weird.. dont know if I was like traumatized in that house as a baby or what.. we dont think so but its weird to think about
does anyone else have, not recurring dreams, but dreams as different as different days in waking life, but all set in the same geography? there are a number of places i go to in my dreams all the time. so often and so long have i been going there that i've learned the bus routes and things like that. not just one town or part of a city, but a whole regeon, like the pacific north west in my parallel dream universe. i really enjoy this and every kind of thing you can immagine sometimes happens, not just one particular theme or anything like that. there's no building codes, no keep out signs, usualy lots of busses and trains, and i don't usualy interact with other people, often there are very few if any even there anyway. i could even draw some maps and some day i probably ought to, just for the heck of it. =^^= .../\... oops, i didn't realize i was still in this thread. i thought i was starting a new one. oh well. sorry about that again. =^^= .../\...
I'd love to see those maps, themnax. But on the subject, I've never really had recurrent dreams. There have been times when I've visited the same place in dreams, but I've never had the same dream twice.
