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This is a strange one...

I was in a classroom, it was my first day but it wasn't anyone else's first day.  I remember there being a big screen that movies would be played on and desks filled with students wearing a school uniform, which I was also wearing, although I couldn't remember putting it on.  I took a random seat next to some big burly looking guy, who glared at me a little, then proceeded to open my notebook and take notes on the lecture.

Everyone else in the class wrote a little note and passed it to my desk.  I don't know how they managed to do so without the prof noticing (I thought that in the dream, too), but there was a stack of papers on my desk, and although I wanted to listen in on the lecture, I was curious to read them... so one by one, I picked them up and read them...

They were so varied, but every one of them was about how each person felt about me.  Some of them said things like "I'd watch it if I were you, 'cause a lot of these people don't like you, and I'm one of them."  Some of them were covered in little hearts with my name written in cursive everywhere, in different colours of pen.  Some were long, detailed explanations of the way I appeared to the person.  It was strange, but so fascinating.

One of them I decided to keep.  It didn't have anything written on it, just a couple of drops of blood.  When I noticed that I got kind of freaked out, but figured it must be ink or something.  I kept it anyways to show others and ask their opinion.  Class ended and I made my way to the door.

Someone grabbed my hand from behind, and I turned around to see a girl with pitch white skin and dyed pink hair, and one of those chains that runs from the nose to the earring?  Yeah, one of those.  Anyways, she looked at me and started to cry, then threw her arms around me and suddenly became very cold... and I couldn't pry her away.  I woke up trying to.

Dreams don't usually disturb me like this one did.  I don't know, I woke up feeling really disoriented and worried about what the dream means... I've been dreaming a lot lately, really strange things, and I don't usually care much for dream analysis but, things like this just bother me until I can figure them out.

Why can dreams bother us so much... even though we know that when we wake up, they're gone?
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1 posted 05-22-2003 07:16 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

Think of it this way....

Dreams are our subconscious's metaphor ...
they consist of images and personifications of internal emotions we dont always bring to our conscious surface. I have a friend who dreams constantly...many dreams a night and they often bother or effect her like this one is you.
99% of the time, when her and I walk through the dream and peel back the layers..or read between the lines, we can trace the dream's meaning to back to something that is going on in her life, to something that she is stressing about, or even as simple as something we talked about in casual conversation right before she went to bed.
Some people are more suggestive, they will dream about things they see on TV or read or whatever, and it wont have much to do with them personally.
I had a friend, she would dream about whatever her and I talked about on the phone that day...its was unreal..I could say the word "sunflower" and she'd have a bizzarre dream of some kind with them in it...her mind was just that suggestive and fertile.
Anyway...I bet if you take each part of the dream and look at its influence you will be able trace it back to something that is either weighing heavy on your mind, something from your past or something upcoming that is stressing you...
Try and look for the subliminal messages your subconscious is trying to bring up.
Think about what the girl could mean...either as a metaphor for something else..or a person you know.
That first part you told about is easy to understand where that would come from...
peer pressure..wanting to be liked, wanting to fit in, college stress etc.
I seem to remember that you love interps and symbolism...I would think dream analysis would be something you would be great at.

Now...whats it gonna take to get ya to dream about moths?  LOL
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2 posted 05-22-2003 07:22 PM       View Profile for skyshine   Email skyshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit skyshine's Home Page   View IP for skyshine

Just a quick reply for now: it's the thoughts in the dreams that are disturbing, even though we know they aren't true. Like reading a scary story--we know it's just a story, but it's disturbing nonetheless.


Dreams last for so long, even after you're gone...

[This message has been edited by skyshine (05-22-2003 07:23 PM).]

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