I believe that are dreams are part of life's puzzle. I keep mine in a journal and then apply them with my every day life...it all makes sense. This one I had a couple of nights ago. November 22,2004 I'm lost, but I know exactly where I am. Everyone that I know is gone. Everyone has disapeared. I'm walking down roads and more roads. In my pocket I have a valium. I get it out and clench it in my hand. I see my old house on Woodside Rd. It brings me comfort, so I walk up the driveway. There's a trampoline in the same spot I used to have mine. Except this one is raised up from the ground like 80 feet for some reason. Everything looks cracked out and falling apart. I go up and look in the window. A woman appears and startles me. She comes outside and I tell her that I used to live here and that it makes me feel good to see it again. She looks at me with sad eyes..like I'm a beggar...or crazy. She goes back inside. On the steps is a pill bottle. I don't know what this medication is for. I get out the last pill and place it in my hand with the valium. I look at the valium and on it says' xanax' except with x x x x x's crossing out each letter. I hear music coming from the window behind me. I stand up and look in. Two girls are dancing and getting ready for something. They open the window and offer me some whiskey. I pick up the bottle and take a couple of swigs...even though I hate whiskey. They ask me if I want to come with them, I agree. They climb out the window...and we're at a new location. We're sitting on a bench up against an old, ruined building. A couple of guys walk by. One of them looks like an old close friend of mine from Florida. I yell his name but he doesn't hear me. We all yell it and he turns around. They somehow know him. He looks different, his hair is lighter and skin is brighter. He looks happy. I ask him how he is, and he asks me who I am. I tell him that it's me, Lyndsay...don't you remember?' He shakes his head no, his expressions on his face let me know that he's telling the truth. The girls look at him and ask him if he's on coke. He laughs and says that he's wasted yea. I remember feeling discusted and yet decieved. He walks away. I get up from this bench and start walking alone again. This place is so unfamiliar, unlike my house on Woodside road. I enter a grocery store, people can tell that I'm lost. They're all looking at me. Some guy comes up to me and asks me if I'm ok. I tell him that I don't know how to get out of here. The grocery store turns into a maze of escalators and I'm lost going up and down on them, trying to reach somewhere. He tells me he has to go do something, that he'll be back for me. I remember knowing that he wouldn't be. I remember waking up and still feeling so alone. I realized it was a dream, and was grateful that it was.
that's a lot like the parallel universe my dreams take place in except that i enjoy them thouroughly, perhapse because i LIKE the idea of being annonymous among straingers. i usualy don't look for people in them but anyway, and i say this not as any sort of judgement, but i think the dream context is making an obvious connection between recreationaly consumed neurotropic substances whether lawful or unlawful, and that sense of fallseness. that's one reason, maybe the main reason, i'm not attracted to them. it isn't that they destroy imagination directly, they may even enhance it to a degree at first, but by replacing the body's only natural substances that stimulate it, the body's production of them tends to atrophy from recognizing not needing to because they are there. just like how not walking affects your legs if you ride arround in a car all the time. that doesn't exactly make cars evil or anything like that, but; riding in them places and distances that could otherwise have easily been walked doesn't do anything good for your legs. so to me the connection butween neurotropic substances and falsness is a kind of obvious one. and again not one of judgementalness but rather the mechanism of it =^^= .../\...
Hi GirlInTheGreenGrass, now here is another bunch of thoughts Who are You Lost, and found While changing on Walking hand in hand With happiness, and sorrow How to get out of here Where trust seems faint and far Hopes fade, like fog and dew Truth is the greater view Ever complete While putting the pieces together Who are you Girl in the Green Just the dream, and adventure Of being here And the wonder to share. Thank you for sharing your dream !
hey thanks for your replys guys.. I take my dreams seriously. They aren't of like pink elephants eating green socks and then climbing mountains of cars... ya know. They're more specific and tell me things about myself... so your feedback on this is much appreciated. thanks again Peace&<3
