Any Help with this would be appreciated.
Any suggestions would be helpful. I know a bit about dream interpretations but it's always hard when you can't be very objective.
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I just have a question...
If you dream in color, are certain vivid colors supposed to represent anything?
I'd read or heard somewhere that most people dream in black and white, but I thought that was weird because I've always dreamed in color. The most recent that I remember had red in it: my chest was red from sunburn, I was wearing a red bandanna...
I was just curious what everyone else's take on this was.
I'd read or heard somewhere that most people dream in black and white, but I thought that was weird because I've always dreamed in color. The most recent that I remember had red in it: my chest was red from sunburn, I was wearing a red bandanna...
I was just curious what everyone else's take on this was.
The Dreamsbox & Sinsbox Projects | share dreams and sins
Hey all,
I was on blinklist and saw the following article about dreamsbox.com and sinsbox.com. Since its revelant to this community, I thought I would share it:
"2 documentation projects emerged this month to spearhead a new push in the Web 2.0 era for simplicity. The Dreamsbox (http://www.dreamsbox.com) Project seeks to document the world's dreams, allowing for anonymous posting of dreams along with the creations of free personal dream diaries. The Sinsbox Project (http://www.sinsbox.com) seeks to document sins and secrets, allowing for anonymous confessions and submissions of expressional art. Both projects allow for a unique rating system..."
Both projects are actually pretty addictive and fun. I love the fact that they're simple to use but their design kinda suck and sinsbox.comis a bit too dark and scandalous for me but nonetheless i'm addicted. As it turns out the guy who started the 2 projects went to school with me back in the days! Now I guess he's an internet junkie. haha! Anyways, please spread words about these 2 projects to friends and family if you can through word of mouth or through your own postings. In general, I just think that these two projects are very decent in terms of what they're trying to do. Read the "about" page to learn how cool these people are.
~jen
I was on blinklist and saw the following article about dreamsbox.com and sinsbox.com. Since its revelant to this community, I thought I would share it:
"2 documentation projects emerged this month to spearhead a new push in the Web 2.0 era for simplicity. The Dreamsbox (http://www.dreamsbox.com) Project seeks to document the world's dreams, allowing for anonymous posting of dreams along with the creations of free personal dream diaries. The Sinsbox Project (http://www.sinsbox.com) seeks to document sins and secrets, allowing for anonymous confessions and submissions of expressional art. Both projects allow for a unique rating system..."
Both projects are actually pretty addictive and fun. I love the fact that they're simple to use but their design kinda suck and sinsbox.comis a bit too dark and scandalous for me but nonetheless i'm addicted. As it turns out the guy who started the 2 projects went to school with me back in the days! Now I guess he's an internet junkie. haha! Anyways, please spread words about these 2 projects to friends and family if you can through word of mouth or through your own postings. In general, I just think that these two projects are very decent in terms of what they're trying to do. Read the "about" page to learn how cool these people are.
~jen
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I had a dream Yesterday That i thought was kind of sad when I fell asleep at 3pm and woke up at 6:30-ish~
I dreamt that i was with my family, a few friends and a bulter of some sort in a place somewhere liek the middle east. We were waiting in a long long line for something, though i never did find out what it was. There was a t shirt stand next to us. A wall of some sort or marble. A boy in a peach costume lay against the wall dying at one point. I was hovering around a fat man named Tony (An old friend of my Moms that always hated me and made a point of letting me know he liked my sister better) who was looking at me disapprovingly while my Mum was standing up ahead a ways just looking at towards the line. The atmosphere was very scary...but only for me it seems. There were some men in..some kind of military...arabic garb...~ They had covered faces and looked a little like thieves from an arabian night-ish movie, and they were a few yards away. They all had guns, but no one in the line was bothered at all. I was walking down a sandy road for a few minutes and when I reached the other side of the T shirt stand, A huge mushroom cloud filled the sky and it sounded like a bomb had gone off and the air was filled with the sound of guns going off and bullets wizzing through the smoke. Everyone flinched and bent over somewhat, but I dont think anybody ran. When i looked, i could see that where the trouble was coming from was surrounded by a huge sandstone wall and was far enough away that no one in the line was going to be hurt.
...I stood closer in the line and started feeling more and more nervous...because all the men with guns were staring at me. There was one guy, the leader it seems, with his gun out(all the others were holding thiers upright and cleaning the handles with rags), and he was staring at me most directly. They never looked at anyone else in the line. The man shot into the crowd twice, not hitting or startling anyone but me... and then he took very deliberate aim and shot ME directly in the shoulder, leg and chest. When I fell back, somebody screamed, I think the peach boy that was there earlier lifted my head slightly, but otherwise no one did anything. People in the line who knew me, glanced down at me disinterested. And Even though nobody moved, It felt like things sped up...
It was kind of odd..and kind of sad...~ Comments? Suggestions? Opinions?
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I dreamt that i was with my family, a few friends and a bulter of some sort in a place somewhere liek the middle east. We were waiting in a long long line for something, though i never did find out what it was. There was a t shirt stand next to us. A wall of some sort or marble. A boy in a peach costume lay against the wall dying at one point. I was hovering around a fat man named Tony (An old friend of my Moms that always hated me and made a point of letting me know he liked my sister better) who was looking at me disapprovingly while my Mum was standing up ahead a ways just looking at towards the line. The atmosphere was very scary...but only for me it seems. There were some men in..some kind of military...arabic garb...~ They had covered faces and looked a little like thieves from an arabian night-ish movie, and they were a few yards away. They all had guns, but no one in the line was bothered at all. I was walking down a sandy road for a few minutes and when I reached the other side of the T shirt stand, A huge mushroom cloud filled the sky and it sounded like a bomb had gone off and the air was filled with the sound of guns going off and bullets wizzing through the smoke. Everyone flinched and bent over somewhat, but I dont think anybody ran. When i looked, i could see that where the trouble was coming from was surrounded by a huge sandstone wall and was far enough away that no one in the line was going to be hurt.
...I stood closer in the line and started feeling more and more nervous...because all the men with guns were staring at me. There was one guy, the leader it seems, with his gun out(all the others were holding thiers upright and cleaning the handles with rags), and he was staring at me most directly. They never looked at anyone else in the line. The man shot into the crowd twice, not hitting or startling anyone but me... and then he took very deliberate aim and shot ME directly in the shoulder, leg and chest. When I fell back, somebody screamed, I think the peach boy that was there earlier lifted my head slightly, but otherwise no one did anything. People in the line who knew me, glanced down at me disinterested. And Even though nobody moved, It felt like things sped up...
It was kind of odd..and kind of sad...~ Comments? Suggestions? Opinions?
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any ideas?
I had a dream Monday night about a co worker. We've never had a conversation that consisted of anything more than "Hi, how ya doin'?"
I dreamt that he and I were driving down a tree lined road, and I was rubbing his neck because he was tired. He put his head on my shoulder and fell asleep. That's all I remember.
Tuesday night, his van broke down, and a few co workers and I had to pick him and another girl up. He ended up sitting next to me in the back falling asleep on my shoulder.
Is it just me or is that damn weird?
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I dreamt that he and I were driving down a tree lined road, and I was rubbing his neck because he was tired. He put his head on my shoulder and fell asleep. That's all I remember.
Tuesday night, his van broke down, and a few co workers and I had to pick him and another girl up. He ended up sitting next to me in the back falling asleep on my shoulder.
Is it just me or is that damn weird?
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I decided finally to ask about something~ and i'm hoping someone might have some kind of idea because i've never been able to make head nor tail of this~ :O
All the dreams that i've had and remembered have always been really wierd, in an amusing way. Like a dream once where i was in a videogame, with a bunch of giant squirrels in a minivan barreling through a swampland chucking things out the window at enimies. Or dreams like me turning into a cat and leaping from barrel to floating barrel accross a little river to steal something from a butchers counter on the other side. O_o
But In all my life, i've had 3 or 4 reccuring dreams that were never anything like the others. They were very vivid, and i remember being more than a little edgy about them sometimes. They'd all kind of flashback through eachother when I'd dream them so i dont remember exactly how they seperated. In the dreams I was back in California where i had lived previously. I was sitting in my driveway with some colorful chalk, drawing, when i saw that the sky was getting stormier and darker. A man i'd never met before in a long dark coat came up to me with two boxes. They were those compartmental boxes for beads and jewelry stuff that are kinda see through and flat. He shoved them into my hands and insisted i take them because I had to sort what was inside before it was too late. There was a paper with some kind of instructions on the first box lid, but i dont remember what they said. The man dissapeared when i opened one of the boxes.
This was the start of the worst parts of these dreams. Inside these boxes were big grotesque and horrible bugs. They werent normal bugs, like spiders or beetles though, they were all meant to do horrible things.
The worst, or maybe just the most encountered, seemed to be this leech like worm. It would always start to pulse slitghtly when anyone'd touch it. A lot of the bugs escaped the box and i panicked and did what i could with the remaining. The first time i picked up the worm, It sloshed and gooed around my finger and a little mouth opened up and sucked its way over my hand. I shook it off screaming and tried to put it back in the box. Later I remember my sister picking it up off our kitchen counter and it just covered her, sucking her in, eating her i guess, whole. the worm was always transparent though...so you could see her inside and once it had her inside for a while she would just kind of dissapear. At some point it devoured my mother and i was screaming and screaming trying to rip it off or her. I think I woke up crying that time...
There were other times where i'd dream about the other bugs, wrapping up our neighbors and sucking them dry or streching them out or doing things to animals in the neighborhood but i dont remember them as well as the worm.
The very last dream i had of this kind, the worm simply wraped itself over the world. And then I think everyone suffocated.
Morbid, yeah, but i never could figure out if it had any kind of meaning for anything. I didnt ever have a really big fear of bugs. and I'd had these dreams when i was 11ish, right after moving northeast. Is there any kind of meaning that comes from bugs or worms in dreams?
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All the dreams that i've had and remembered have always been really wierd, in an amusing way. Like a dream once where i was in a videogame, with a bunch of giant squirrels in a minivan barreling through a swampland chucking things out the window at enimies. Or dreams like me turning into a cat and leaping from barrel to floating barrel accross a little river to steal something from a butchers counter on the other side. O_o
But In all my life, i've had 3 or 4 reccuring dreams that were never anything like the others. They were very vivid, and i remember being more than a little edgy about them sometimes. They'd all kind of flashback through eachother when I'd dream them so i dont remember exactly how they seperated. In the dreams I was back in California where i had lived previously. I was sitting in my driveway with some colorful chalk, drawing, when i saw that the sky was getting stormier and darker. A man i'd never met before in a long dark coat came up to me with two boxes. They were those compartmental boxes for beads and jewelry stuff that are kinda see through and flat. He shoved them into my hands and insisted i take them because I had to sort what was inside before it was too late. There was a paper with some kind of instructions on the first box lid, but i dont remember what they said. The man dissapeared when i opened one of the boxes.
This was the start of the worst parts of these dreams. Inside these boxes were big grotesque and horrible bugs. They werent normal bugs, like spiders or beetles though, they were all meant to do horrible things.
The worst, or maybe just the most encountered, seemed to be this leech like worm. It would always start to pulse slitghtly when anyone'd touch it. A lot of the bugs escaped the box and i panicked and did what i could with the remaining. The first time i picked up the worm, It sloshed and gooed around my finger and a little mouth opened up and sucked its way over my hand. I shook it off screaming and tried to put it back in the box. Later I remember my sister picking it up off our kitchen counter and it just covered her, sucking her in, eating her i guess, whole. the worm was always transparent though...so you could see her inside and once it had her inside for a while she would just kind of dissapear. At some point it devoured my mother and i was screaming and screaming trying to rip it off or her. I think I woke up crying that time...
There were other times where i'd dream about the other bugs, wrapping up our neighbors and sucking them dry or streching them out or doing things to animals in the neighborhood but i dont remember them as well as the worm.
The very last dream i had of this kind, the worm simply wraped itself over the world. And then I think everyone suffocated.
Morbid, yeah, but i never could figure out if it had any kind of meaning for anything. I didnt ever have a really big fear of bugs. and I'd had these dreams when i was 11ish, right after moving northeast. Is there any kind of meaning that comes from bugs or worms in dreams?
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Okay... so, last night, I had this odd dream. I was blind, yet I could see. I'm going all over the place, at one point I'm trying to go buy sidewalk chalk so I could do... something (not sure what.) At the end of the dream, my mom began yelling at me for letting everyone think I was blind when I could see. I was really confused because I was blind. Then I woke up.
In the dream, I wasn't born blind, it was a progressive thing. Not sure what caused the blindness though.
In the dream, I wasn't born blind, it was a progressive thing. Not sure what caused the blindness though.
Help with a dream.
I'd really like some help with this dream - I've been chewing on it since last week - any thoughts would be so appreciated...
Had a strange dream last night.
For context: I had a rough week last week. Saw The Passion of the Christ on Monday and it really affected me - made me think a lot about where I am with my spiritual life etc...then went to a wake on Wednesday, my friend Jeremy's father died. And I've had a few dates with a pilot - he's in the airforce and flying today.
Last night I had this dream:
I am working somewhere like an office. But the office is outside in a feild. Maybe my elementary school. It's like a wide open feild with a desk and fax machine and copy machine right there outside. I am having trouble with the copy machine. It's frustrating because I can't get it to copy right - i will only copy partially - or the text won't fully fit on the page or it will shrink everything. The machine keeps getting stuck with paper or copying a million things at once. It's a little chaotic. At the same time I am working a case where I am suing Tom Douglas (Tom is a very famous chef here in Seattle and I produce his cooking show on KIRO). I want to sue Tom for giving me a steak and then putting it in a locker where it got rotten but I ate it anyway and got sick. My conscious is telling me that it is wrong to sue him because he's been very good to me and gave me the steak as a gift.
Next. I am still in the feild and notice a large plane coming across the sky. I wonder if it's the plane Sean is flying. It's clearly going to crash or is out of control. The plane lands - what looks like safely - on a street. The street is definately behind my elementary school - so the feild is the playfeild in my childhood neighborhood at Oakwood elementary - I was there from kindgergarten through 6th grade.
I say I can't beleive the pilot knew he could land in the street safely. It's a miracle and looks as if everyone is going to be ok. But I call 9-11 anyway - and can't get through - it's ringing and ringing - finally someone answers saying they are from a human and pet rescue place. I ask if this is 9-11 and they say yes but have to transfer me. At the same time I yell to someone else to call KIRO - and tell the news department what has happened.
Then - I am back in the feild and another plane has crashed. This is a smaller plane and the people are again - ok. The plane is carrying Erin Hart (a talk show host where I work) and Rich Johnson (a reporter here at KIRO). They are fine - I go up in the plane to see them and they are happy to be alive and fairly unaffected by the experience - although Rich is more affected than Erin.
There is a moment too when we are in the feild and it is completely peaceful and beautiful. It's amazing and there are clouds and sun all around and it just feels like one of the breathtaking moments of peace and beauty with the image of the plane and nature all as one.
In the end - I decide not to sue Tom. And he is thankful because he was afraid I was betraying him. I made it clear that I wouldn't.
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The only thoughts I had were that Erin Hart and Rich Johnson must have something to do with my heart and my money being on the plane. But I'm not sure why or what that's about.
Had a strange dream last night.
For context: I had a rough week last week. Saw The Passion of the Christ on Monday and it really affected me - made me think a lot about where I am with my spiritual life etc...then went to a wake on Wednesday, my friend Jeremy's father died. And I've had a few dates with a pilot - he's in the airforce and flying today.
Last night I had this dream:
I am working somewhere like an office. But the office is outside in a feild. Maybe my elementary school. It's like a wide open feild with a desk and fax machine and copy machine right there outside. I am having trouble with the copy machine. It's frustrating because I can't get it to copy right - i will only copy partially - or the text won't fully fit on the page or it will shrink everything. The machine keeps getting stuck with paper or copying a million things at once. It's a little chaotic. At the same time I am working a case where I am suing Tom Douglas (Tom is a very famous chef here in Seattle and I produce his cooking show on KIRO). I want to sue Tom for giving me a steak and then putting it in a locker where it got rotten but I ate it anyway and got sick. My conscious is telling me that it is wrong to sue him because he's been very good to me and gave me the steak as a gift.
Next. I am still in the feild and notice a large plane coming across the sky. I wonder if it's the plane Sean is flying. It's clearly going to crash or is out of control. The plane lands - what looks like safely - on a street. The street is definately behind my elementary school - so the feild is the playfeild in my childhood neighborhood at Oakwood elementary - I was there from kindgergarten through 6th grade.
I say I can't beleive the pilot knew he could land in the street safely. It's a miracle and looks as if everyone is going to be ok. But I call 9-11 anyway - and can't get through - it's ringing and ringing - finally someone answers saying they are from a human and pet rescue place. I ask if this is 9-11 and they say yes but have to transfer me. At the same time I yell to someone else to call KIRO - and tell the news department what has happened.
Then - I am back in the feild and another plane has crashed. This is a smaller plane and the people are again - ok. The plane is carrying Erin Hart (a talk show host where I work) and Rich Johnson (a reporter here at KIRO). They are fine - I go up in the plane to see them and they are happy to be alive and fairly unaffected by the experience - although Rich is more affected than Erin.
There is a moment too when we are in the feild and it is completely peaceful and beautiful. It's amazing and there are clouds and sun all around and it just feels like one of the breathtaking moments of peace and beauty with the image of the plane and nature all as one.
In the end - I decide not to sue Tom. And he is thankful because he was afraid I was betraying him. I made it clear that I wouldn't.
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The only thoughts I had were that Erin Hart and Rich Johnson must have something to do with my heart and my money being on the plane. But I'm not sure why or what that's about.
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Losing a tooth...
A little background. My grandmother went into the hospital the night before last with a massive stroke. I spent all night int he hospital with my mom and aunt, and we still don't know what's going on (i.e. if she's going to make it or not). If anyone wants to see the whole story, you can go to the most recent entry in my personal journal...the whole story (as well as I can put it) is there.
Last night (my first real sleep in two days), I had a dream where one of my teeth (I have dentures...in my dream, they were my real teeth) craked into several pieces and came out. After I dug all the pieces out of my gums, I recreated my tooth (put it back together) on the desk that I was sitting at (it was a classroom environment). I tasted the blood from the tooth coming out in my mouth in my dream.
I hope this makes some sense, but I had heard somewhere that if you lose a tooth (or teeth) in a dream, it could fortell someone dying. Or am I just paranoid?
Any dream interpreters or anyone with any psychic ability is welcomed to respond. I'm working on no good sleep, and I'm really worried.
Thank you.
(This is crossposted to every dream interpretation community I just joined...I'm sorry if you see this more than once, but I'm looking for help.)
Last night (my first real sleep in two days), I had a dream where one of my teeth (I have dentures...in my dream, they were my real teeth) craked into several pieces and came out. After I dug all the pieces out of my gums, I recreated my tooth (put it back together) on the desk that I was sitting at (it was a classroom environment). I tasted the blood from the tooth coming out in my mouth in my dream.
I hope this makes some sense, but I had heard somewhere that if you lose a tooth (or teeth) in a dream, it could fortell someone dying. Or am I just paranoid?
Any dream interpreters or anyone with any psychic ability is welcomed to respond. I'm working on no good sleep, and I'm really worried.
Thank you.
(This is crossposted to every dream interpretation community I just joined...I'm sorry if you see this more than once, but I'm looking for help.)
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Freaky Fields
I've had this same dream... or a similair version of it, for over 1 year now. I can't say I've had many of them, but I can say they feel "wrong" somehow. Like something really bad or nasty is always about to happen, even if it doesn't.
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In the first one, I took my car (green nissan sentra) to colorado to find the place Critter was born. Critter was a dog I used to own. I thought at one point I had found it, a dusty kind of field that reminded me of "the North Pole" amusement park. So I walked up it, and found a little house with a big metal shed. Like a work area... I believe I was either startled awake or for some reason couldn't finish this dream, but in the dream I left my car in Colorado!!
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In the next one, Dad and I were in a gift shop. he was acting very strange, like he couldn't speak english and was mummbling and not making any sense... we scared the lady at the shop and her two siblings returned from a errend, and gave dad a huge machine gun he apparently bought and was waiting for. Even in the dream I really didn't like that!
I tried to tell my dad about the car. (So you know, I don't live in Colorado, not even close!) How it was left somewhere in the middle of a mountain field by someone's house... he just brushed it off. But in this dream we were back in the area, on vacation.
Well I walked back to what I thought was the field, only to find it steeper and covered in lush green grass and a thousand horses running about avoiding an irritating bitch right a lawn mower. She would purposely spray rocks at them and started shouting "Death to all Horses!!"
Dad was still with me. And he flipped her off, so we walk back to the shed that I remembered, and I got the feeling I had not only left my car there, but a bunch of other things. Like... my lawn mower, my math book, and something else. Bitch stole my mower!!
Anyway, I woke up again. And still haven't found my car...
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In the first one, I took my car (green nissan sentra) to colorado to find the place Critter was born. Critter was a dog I used to own. I thought at one point I had found it, a dusty kind of field that reminded me of "the North Pole" amusement park. So I walked up it, and found a little house with a big metal shed. Like a work area... I believe I was either startled awake or for some reason couldn't finish this dream, but in the dream I left my car in Colorado!!
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In the next one, Dad and I were in a gift shop. he was acting very strange, like he couldn't speak english and was mummbling and not making any sense... we scared the lady at the shop and her two siblings returned from a errend, and gave dad a huge machine gun he apparently bought and was waiting for. Even in the dream I really didn't like that!
I tried to tell my dad about the car. (So you know, I don't live in Colorado, not even close!) How it was left somewhere in the middle of a mountain field by someone's house... he just brushed it off. But in this dream we were back in the area, on vacation.
Well I walked back to what I thought was the field, only to find it steeper and covered in lush green grass and a thousand horses running about avoiding an irritating bitch right a lawn mower. She would purposely spray rocks at them and started shouting "Death to all Horses!!"
Dad was still with me. And he flipped her off, so we walk back to the shed that I remembered, and I got the feeling I had not only left my car there, but a bunch of other things. Like... my lawn mower, my math book, and something else. Bitch stole my mower!!
Anyway, I woke up again. And still haven't found my car...
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