Just as the title says, tell me your most recent dream and I will perform a dream analysis of dubious distinction. Trust me I’m an expert.
Making bread and people were in the house. It was very short and I’m unsure if that was all that was going on or that’s just all I remember regardless.
I need more to go on. Just because it’s shitty, doesn’t mean I’m a miracle worker.
Analysis: You think about things and stuff. You also might have a yeast infection.
The real question is what recent dream I had that I’d be willing to share with strangers on a public forum lol
Hmm… well there is this one where I dreamt I was hanging out with a friend at a convention, and they gave me a guitar and asked me to play something, except I haven’t played any guitar since I was like… 11, and so then I almost cried, cause I was nervous
Analysis: You are afraid of fame and fortune because your talents exceed your desires. Stay grounded, do good work, but let your talents shine.
because your talents exceed your desires.
I wish haha :3
I’ll take that analysis tho, uwu
I dreamt I was back in the city I went to University in. I heard a loud beep then the world froze in place before I woke up
Analysis: You long for the person you had a crush on in Uni, but never acted upon it. Before you could dream of the possibilities of a missed opportunity, your alarm clock woke you up.
I just bought a tennement building, vacant except for sitting tennants in the basement. They agreed to move out after 5 years.
Analysis: Your brain is working hard to pursue entrepreneurship. You subconciously want to open a post apocalyptic zombie themed paintball arena, but are worried about the financial risks. For your dreams to come true, set yourself a deadline for preparation and then just do it, or it will never happen, forever stuck in unrealized potential.
Thanks for the tip - new apocalyptic zombie based theme park will be opening before Christmas!
I will pay Universal for the spare land they have in Luton (UK based) 50p should do…
I dreamt I was back on a 16 hour crew boat transit in Nigeria, playing D&D with some coworkers, like we did every 5 weeks for crewchange some 15 years ago.
Analysis: You long for the better days of yore, but subconsciously understand that the past is the past, and that even trying to recreate the conditions of your glory years, there is no guarantee that you’ll roll a nat20. Let the past die. Forge a new adventure and find glory.
So I was like chilling in my bedroom and then ex-boss lover is 20 years older than me that I haven’t talked to in almost a year. Walked in my front door and then three other people. I apparently worked with one of them with a baby came in and I started juggling trying to talk to all these people three which I didn’t even recognize where I knew them from one that hasn’t talked to me since I kind of blew them off. I proceed to try to clean up my room enough to find spots for them all to chill including getting a chair that was in the wrong corner of the room. Nice getting the trash from the depression Piles off the floor and getting the comforter on right. I’m not sure what all happened, but I remember waking up when these big creepy fucking white caterpillar things that were like bigger than tomato worms started dropping down off the ceiling and then I realized I’d already been rolling around and some of them on the bed and some of them were like fucking spiders and shit that were really big and there were these big mushy spots of half writing insects and still things dropping off the ceiling slow enough just to be disgusting and terrifying at the same time. And I remember the three people I allegedly worked within the dream. The one of which had a baby or like okay. It’s time to go and I was thinking they just got here and in between. Being confused and terrified as fuck. I woke up and I still haven’t been back to bed yet. I just decided to wake up. Eat some fucking crap ass freezer food. Make myself a White Russian and start tackling installing fit girl repacks and updates on Fedora. Fuck my life and fuck giant white caterpillars. I do think I remember making a comment in my dream like okay fuck. I’m going to clean my room that’s for fucking sure before I woke up. Like fuck my life man. I guess that was some kind of Halloween dream or some shit but fuck that
This is Salvador Dali level stuff
This made me soooooo happy weed stops me dreaming.
Analysis: Your sexual desires are both sophisticated and complex. You suspect it’s not the kind of thing you can do on your own. You want to recruit like minded partners <-plural, but you are afraid that true deep satisfaction will ellude you because you fear even your open minded partners will find you too freaky for even them. Your fears are real, so partner selection should be taken with care. Go slow. Have fun. Play safe.
Well thank God. At least it’s not about my mother lol
I never said that. You did. I only do dream analysis, not freudian slips. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I don’t know who she was, only that she certainly wasn’t my mother.
You keep bringing her up. O.k. fine, we’re going Freudian.
So tell me more about the relationship you have with your mother. Would you describe her as someone who is generally attractive?
I snuck into the campus of my former workplace, a manufacturing facility. I cut down a number of non-native plants growing in the surrounding courtyard. Maintenance discovered what I was doing and notified security. Everyone was okay with removing the plants because they were growing near high voltage lines and causing electrical arcing. There was concern about having to pay me overtime and back wages. While they were discussing what to do, I made a large pile of vegetation and then snuck away.
Analysis: Work forces you to act against your ethical standards. You know your colleagues feel the same way, but won’t publicly back you for fear of reprisals. Rather than lead the charge for change, your subconscience knows the real path is is to start your own enterprise as direct competition. Your ethical standards will ensure your long term success as a competitive advantage, but don’t waste time trying to recruit your past colleagues out of familiarity. They are still cowards.
Impressively close but wrong!
Again, I am never wrong. My shitty dream analysis is 100% guarenteed to be shit, or your money back. I delivered in spades.
Nope, it’s too close to be shit, shine on you crazy diamond.
Any actual non-shitty elements are purely coincidental and by extension fall outside of the intended reflections the analysis supported. My analysis is correct and completely shitty. In other words, you interpretation of my interpretation was total shit, ipso facto the guarentee has been fulfilled.
Aw, shit.
I was in a hotel room doing one of those clone-a-willie kits. Then I noticed that the mold had coloured my hands blue. Then I had a look downstairs, and Petteri jr was blue, too.
Analysis: You are afraid to love yourself. You sometimes feel like you’re not worthy, and that acts of self care will alienate you from your circle.
Understand that you and your circle are all metaphorical smufs. Being blue is normal. Take good care of yourself and of them. Being your natural you, is your best you.
My family was sitting in a restaurant for some type of event - funeral, wedding, something like that. My son who doesn’t speak to us was there at the table, avoiding interaction. I ordered something with a weird modification, like lemon cake without frosting. Son began yelling about my order. We all looked at him for a moment and then began laughing because the thing that brought him out of estrangement was the opportunity to correct someone.
Analysis: You fear the repression of institutions in general, but more specifically, of society’s standards of acceptability and how the impinge your creativity. You know there is a work of significance within you, in art, science or philosophy, but your creativity is cut off before you can iterate on your own work publicly and achieve your goals.
Your dreams are opening you up to the possibility that you are your own worst critic and that the world is more than ready for your revalation. They need it now more than ever.
It’s time to order the rounds of tequila shots at the wedding, give a heartfelt and slurred speech now that you are too drunk to care and discover that what you had to say, was exactly what everyone had to hear.
Interesting, but i don’t think that’s it. I think it’s that I’m pissed off and sad that the kid who corrects everyone else can’t see what he’s doing wrong.
good thing the tequila will make you not care
Tequila bothers my stomach. I lean more towards whiskey, wine, and weed.
if you still care about that you haven’t drunk enough tequila
No. You’re wrong. It’s definitely what I said. I’m never wrong. ಠ_ಠ My shitty dream analysis techniques are guarenteed to be 100% shitty or your money back.
I had a recent dream that I was at a rescue shelter for hot dogs. They took in stray/feral hot dogs and put them up for adoption. Each hot dog even had its own little info page on their website.
Analysis: You are lonely because too many people close to you are selfish, poor friends. You crave genuine friendship and are building up the courage to meet new people. You won’t abandon old relationships, but you will give them the attention they are worth, one you surround yourself with the better people you deserve.
Bonus: You were also hungry. A light snack before bed isn’t always a bad idea.
Yup. That’s right on the money. I should buy you a beer.
Hanging out with my dad, uncle (his brother) and my two dogs pouring whisky.
None of them are living.
You understand that you have lived up to the standards of your people and are a “good person”. When your time comes, you will be remembered fondly as one of the good ones. If there is a heaven, you’ll be there sipping whisky. If there isn’t, those alive will still believe you are.
You truly accept yourself, flaws and all.
Thanks, that was kind!
People keep coming into my house. At first, they were coming in to steal things. I would catch them in the act of stealing something, and sometimes I would get back what they were trying to take, and sometimes they would just look at me and walk away, and I was unable to stop them. Other times people would just walk through my house like it was a shortcut to somewhere else, and when I would ask them to stop doing that, they would just look at me like, why would we? Why would we stop doing this? Sometimes people come in and then they leave their children there. And then I’m left, exasperated, trying to figure out what i’m supposed to do with these children they’ve left behind. Later the children will just disappear.
I try to stop all of this from happening by checking the doors to make sure they’re locked, checking all the windows to make sure they’re closed and locked and secure, yet no matter what I do, people just get in. They never have to force their way in. There’s no sign of any break-in. They just seem to be able to effortlessly open doors that are locked. They always act like they belong there. They show no sign of being alarmed that I’ve discovered them. My distress at all this is extreme.
Another dream I have is reoccurring. I materialize into a large indoor facility, sometimes it’s a massively huge mall. Sometimes it’s a massively huge library. Sometimes it’s some sort of museum. It’s always some indoor huge building. I appear there suddenly with no memory of how I got there, and I realize quickly that it is an indoor death march. The building is packed full with people. And we’re all required to walk endlessly. If anyone stops to sit down or talks too much they disappear. They either just literally disappear, or they are led away by a group of people, and they are never seen again. We can talk to one another, but it has to be very brief and very quiet. We walk in an endless loop, never stopping, never knowing why we’re there and what’s going on. I look for doors and windows, but there are none. Every once in a while I’ll see a person I know, and we will try to talk to a each other and then be immediately drawn away by two groups of people. Everyone is exhausted and most are openly hostile. Many seem to be unable to form thoughts or ideas.
I await your shitty, dubious analysis, oh expert of dreams, as you are my only hope.
Two dreams is dangerous. I’ll let this one slide because they don’t contradict, each other but rather reinforce the same picture.
Analysis: You are tired of people using you as their mental model during sexual fantasies. Somewhere a couple of many years is making love with above average prowess that suprises even them. it’s because one of them, perhaps even both of them, are fantasizing being with you instead. There is someone from work/school who fantasizes about you when they masturbate. There are more than a few who do this. Not all of them are even close or acquaintances. You have subconsciously picked up on actions, behaviours and pheremones from so many people who are aroused by you, but you are frustrated because it never manifests itself in your lovelife. Intimacy is a two way street, and even that complete stranger on the street who casually watched you walk by is going to self pleasure themselves to the thought of you.
They take, take take and never give. What your subconcious already knows, but your conscious self isn’t ready to accept is this. You are unconventionally very attractive. Your puritanical ideas of love and intimacy is making you miss out on your best opportunities for a satisfying life. Somepeople were meant to be “the one” for someone. That’s not you. You are at you best when and happiest when you share yourself broadly.
Whether you want to take up your passion/purpose as a vocation or just as a hobby, the world is a better place when you, and your many admirers are sated in the flesh. Ease up on your prudish ways. Learn to relax. Learn that intimacy can be casual without strings yet be deeply satifying. There isn’t enough of you to go around, and you shouldn’t even try. Just accept that when you want to get out there, there is an army of wonderful people who have the same idea as you.
O fanciful and wise, Cappuccinocoretto, your reply was much better than what the Ouija board told me. I hope I have not misinterpreted your directives to not take myself so seriously, laugh more, and sleep with more strangers. I will consider them on the advice of my cat therapist.
They aren’t my directives. Your dreams are a window to the truth you already know. Dreams are pre-processing of events with a keen mix of intuition and observation in exquisite detail without the rational and logical filters of reality. They reveal truths if you know how to interpret them.
I learned to interpret dreams from a now defunct private career college in a strip mall. I took the advanced placement route because I could complete a 4 year degree with majors in Psychology and Sociology with dual concentrations in dream analysis in only 8 weeks part time.
Unfortunately, I completed the coursework, attended the lectures, wrote the exams and defended my thesis successfully, but right before convocation as valedictorian the Institution was shuttered. Something about student loan fraud and a fledgling sex cult. The Dean of Arts and Science said I’ll get my paperwork and credentialing as soon as he is out of prison. He is a nice guy. We keep in touch in spite of the restraining order against contacting former students.
The dream starts with me in dire straits, in need of a good chunk of money fast. There’s this guy, he seems to be my brother - even though I don’t have a brother - and he confidently tells me that if it’s money I want, he can hook me up. I follow him through the small town we are in, it’s very much like the town from Back to the Future. Past a cop car, right through to the most central part of the town, and it’s the middle of the day and people are milling about. We live here, but it’s like we don’t really know anybody. Right in front of everybody, my brother selects a woman with a particularly wealthy look about her and a not insignificant ring on her finger, and holds her up with a gun, demanding she fork over her ring. When she does, he tosses it to me. We begin to walk away. People start yelling “thief! thief!” and I’m starting to freak the FUCK out, but my brother says to me “relax, don’t worry about it. We know something they don’t know.” At that moment, and in front of an old abandoned-looking storefront painted black and white, he grabs me. A white light begins to envelop me and I feel a sensation of great forward motion. When it stops, abruptly, we are in what looks like a very old house, extremely large, a mansion. The house has wood floors, and ornate wood trim. Sitting very much out of place in this room is the modern, almost art-deco yellow hallway/portal that we emerged from. As I am standing there, dumbfounded, a woman who was one of my office co-workers comes shrieking through the portal. She yells at my brother: “what are you determined to do to Tackyway?” My brother responds “whatever. In a few days, everything will die down. We’ll stay here, and when it blows over, we can go back.” Looking at me, he says “people’s memories are short when you’re in Tackyway.” It appeared that this was the name given to this place. “Tackyway,” as it was referred to, was a gigantic mansion with no obvious exits but the yellow portal. It seemed to go on forever. It had many residents, some who had staked a permanent claim to one of it’s apparently endless rooms, others, like us, who just seemed to be refugees. It appeared to have been occupied by a wide variety of people, and these people decorated each room as they saw fit, so from room to room things were painted/decorated radically different to suit the tastes/whims of the people who either occupied them now, or had occupied them in the past. The difference when walking between the rooms could be very jarring because of this, and for this reason the name “Tackyway” felt appropriate, but I wasn’t sure if that was the real reason it was called that.
At this point I started losing the dream (I have a laptop next to my bed to write them as soon as I wake up from them) and I left these notes about what was left in my memory, but as usual they are disjointed and don’t make much sense:
- room with four doors nobody uses but one
- Aldous family striped door, very old, no one knew what it meant
- cats freaked out
- synthesizer collection
Hmmmm. Difficult, but not impossible.
Analysis: You are troubled and conflicted between doing what you know will get you ahead in life, and what you know is right and good everyone in the places you influence through action. You know how the game is played and could naturally excel at it thus gaining your traditional measures of success at the expense of losing your self respect and very soul.
I can’t tell exactly what your dream is saying, but it could be leadership in business or more likely politics. Either way you will be successful, but the ultimate reality of the consequences of your actions and the power it wields, for good or evil, your subconscious hasn’t decided. Once it has, you will manufacture whatever justifications you need to consciously rationalize your actions after the fact. Tread carefully. There is much at stake here and it goes beyond the headlines you’ll inevitably generate.
In my dream, I died. My partner, after a short mourning, found another partner. As a ghost, I killed the guy by driving my chef’s knife through his chest, up to the handle. The kitchen floor was slippery and the knife not properly placed on the worktop.
Again, after mourning for some time, my partner finds another person. A shallow, vain, individual but not a bad man. Dropped a hairdrier in the tub as he was having his beauty bath.
About half a year later, another guy courts my partner. Can’t remember why but I made his car have a malfunction over an unguarded railway crossing. The train spread car pieces and carnage over several tens of meters.
Another time lapse and another guy was living with my partner. A truck hit his car as he was changing a blown tire, after having a break fail down a steep road. The hit crushed the bastard like a grape and sent the car tumbling into a ditch.
After these four events, my partner is by now a very well off woman. Unfortunately, the last event triggered an investigation by authorities; four violent deaths, under unusual circumstances, where each victim leaves a very generous life insurance, do raise some questions. However, I caused every event being careful to have my partner always away from home and with plenty of proof she had no connection with the untimely deaths of her suitors. In fact, she made a point of warning each and every one those idiots I had promised to watch over her against all harm.
The fifth fool was one of the investigators assigned to assess the entire ordeal. Again, my partner told him I was around, an overzealous guardian haunting. He would not believe and, eventually, courted my partner. He was a controlling fellow.
One day, him being alone, I decided to show myself to him. Walked into the living room, sat across him, in my arm chair, and when we made eye contact and he recognized me from a picture in the room, I just said “This is the time I say boo.” which made him promptly jump out the window and die by broken neck from the fall.
I woke up laughing, told my partner the next morning, and after the initial shock and horror reaction, we both had a good laugh.
P.S. I going to write this into a proper ghost story.
Analysis:
You subconciously don’t feel your partner is right for you, or you for them. You admire them for many natural reasons, and have real affection, but deep down you know there is a fundamental chemistry missing and its no one’s fault. Your subconcious is playing through multiple versions of you for them or them for you, that you feel you could reasonably be better for each other. In the end, you understand that people don’t change, and it wouldn’t be fair to ask that of either. You reject the possibilities of transforming the relationship and conclude it is what it is.
Its up to you to decide if if you can be be content with things as you are, or if you should try for something else. I can’t tell you more than this because you don’t know yourself. Your dreams only reflect what you’ve already understood even if only on a subconcious level. Settle for good, or gamble on great or bust.
P.s. I would watch your movie.
Hey, thank you for the compliment. I’ll remember you when I get to write tge whole story.
But after your analysis, I’m glad I did not bring up that one involving seasoning and zombies.
I’m available if you change your mind.
If you insist. This is a silly one.
The world has become afflicted with a virus that turns people into potential violent cannibals, that act out in frenzied rage episodes. There are naturally immune people and the afflicted only attack the healthy. Otherwise, the infected can live a regular, enjoyable life, if no contact with immune individuals ever occur.
There is no cure, only a management protocol, involving a very rigourous treatment schedule, where a serum is injected daily and very painfully. However, it has a mandatory pause, through which the individuals must either be confined or restrained.
There was a thriving and very healthy industry for the production and installation of at-home restraining apparatus, as in, they sold heavy duty steel chains and bolted six lenghts of it with big shackles on it to a sturdy enough wall for people to strap themselves in or be strapped when the cold turkey hit. DIY solutions usually involved long lenghts of rope and ball gags.
Couples where one element was immune and the other was not often got as a gift from friends and family those restraining kits.
Curiously enough, the aflicted, when undergoing an episode would try to season their potential victims with salt and pepper prior to the first bite. And victims could snap their attacker or attackers out of their stupor if they slapped them hard enough.
I woke up laughing and face palming. I am not a horror fan nor a BDSM enthusiast. I dreamed as if watching a documentary.
Analysis: You have apetites or desires that are relatively unexplored and poorly understood by even you. You fear a journey of exploration will be frowned upon by most, especially your partner. You fear rejection and being ostrasized, and are happy to accomodate what you perceive as a normie’s life for the sake of peace. You can be the person you think you need to be.
But somewhere deep down, the question lingers - Can I explore these apetites or desires? Can I share them with someone special? Who, when and how can this best be safely explored?
I have no clue what the desire(s) are. It could be anything really. Anything from some freaky kink or fetish, but it could just as easily be a desire to explore a new cuisine, or genre of film or even to pursue a special hobby or alternative lifestyle. I mean desire/apetite in the broadest sense of the word. A craving only hinted at.
Have you considered making this, perhaps a bi-weekly, recurring event? Because there are far worst ways to spend a few minutes in Lemmy.
I think the last one I had, or at least had stuck with me, is a weird one. So, to start, it’s completely unrealistic since I know my dad would neved act like he did in the dream… outside of when I was a child and he was either playing with me or trying to calm me down.
Yeah, so the parts I remember are my room having LED lights around the edge of the ceiling, purple-ish pink. It was soft lighting. Room was arranged how it was back when I had the dream. So, the parts I remember is my dad coming in and rubbing his beard all across my stomach, shirt up, despite me telling him to stop repeatedly. I couldn’t stop him.
Next part I remember is them being in a car, behind my mother who was driving, my oldest brother in passengers seat. We were in a tunnel with that same purple colour lighting it up. We talk about what happened because dream me found it traumatic. I remember the conversation ending with me being told and agreeing that I should talk to my father about what happened, followed by leaving the tunnel and the dream ending.
Not the craziest dream I’ve had, but yeah.
Analysis: Your subconcious is drawing parallels between when your dad would blow raspberries on your belly and you would laugh as a child, vs when you grew too old for that and just hated the scratchy beard and the invasion of personal space. It stopped being funny long ago.
You dream of a transition because you are at another part of your life that is fundamentally different than the one before, and a major figure in your life, not necessarily your dad, still treats you like the old you, not the current you. You’ve acknowledged that you have to take control of the situation and get the offending forces in your life to respect who you now are and how you expect to be treated. Could be family, a boss at work. It’s not clear who or how, but it is clear you’ve grown and others haven’t kept up.
Damn it’s hard for me to believe this is complete shit. It’s really convincing
It’s shit, but it’s good shit.
