I was in a tsunami with my boyfriend. I was seduced by sexy evil beautiful witch ladies with glitterly skin and long hair. When I tried to leave the "group" they threw pitchforks at me through the cracks in the floor. They took my sister too. I escaped on a boat...in my car. I was lost in a hotel...on a business trip...in Paris. I was in a super-haunted mansion house with a really evil ghost on the top floor whose scream almost made me deaf. The horseman came around to sell it. I hid in a room in the bed. I have really vivid half-lucid very imagnative dreams (about 3-5 a night). My boyfriend always geta rundown of the strange ones. He thinks it's weird that I can remember them so well. But....I remember them because I was in them...and I was feeling and talking and seeing and doing things, just like in my waking life. What if dreams are "real" too? They're just another part of our reality that happens when we sleep. What if our dreams could affect or reflect our waking life; would it then be "really" real? It's just so weird to think about...I went to sleep last night, and I went swimming and saw the most beautiful thing I've ever seen...and I made love and danced and went to a party and drank....and got scared...saw a ghost...ran from a demon....got attacked...hid...found heaven. And then you wake up...and it's not real. It never happened. But it did.
If the imagery didn't come from some documentary, then the tsunami represents an unstoppable emotional force, something out of your control, something which may threaten your relationship. You may feel overwhelmed. This may be a matter of conscience, an inner fight. It may depict your present spiritual state, although it could also be contrary (but I doubt it). The super-haunted house probably represents a fascination with Gothic styles, black magick, the dead, etc. The scream is one of warning, that danger could manifest if you continue down that path. The fact that you are hiding says that you may unwittingly unleash forces which you cannot control.
Thanks, White Feather. Want to hear last night's? They're getting more and more detailed, with complex plots and imagery. I was in a subway or train of some sort. A trolley of pretty girls pulled into the "station" or wherever I was. They were all staring straight ahead with blank smiles on their faces. The clear plastic rail came up, and they walked off. I look around me, and it's all pretty girls, and myself. We all get on the trolley thing that was now empty, and it took off... Black. And then we're somewhere, but we're confused. We're in the future. People in coats are explaining to us that we must survive in this environment for a year....and if we do, we can go back to the exact time that we left. We are in the same town, but it's different. Highways loop into the sky. It was winter, but sometimes it snowed, sometimes it rained. We were scared, and sad. We missed our friends and family. We were in the same town, but it looked different. Buildings were white and tall. Burger King sold some weird variation of food. I was in a car. Grocery store. My mother, but she was acting weird. My sister ran away from me. (I don't know why my family was in the future too, or if they were supposed to be. They didn't seem to recognize me.) I was trying to chase my sister in my car. Then on foot, uphill, in choppy snow. She ran away from me. My car got run into, but I drove it home anyways. My boyfriend was driving on the road. He didn't stop for me. People who hadn't seen snow before played in it in shorts. They didn't understand why they were cold. That's all I remember. A thunderclap woke me up. Weird. It was like a movie.
