THE MIND

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Fire, Flying and Murder

"I'm at a university/college dorm. I'm with Luke (the oc). He's wearing a sports jacket. I'm in his room. Next thing you know, we are doing it. Then an elderly woman (probably the dean or the principal) opened the door and called his name (I'm hiding from her). She sees the room empty, shrugs her shoulders and goes away.

Then it shows that Luke's body is wrapped in a plastic bag hidden under the bed. It appears that I killed him. I'm like praying mantis who kills her mate after doing it. It's empasized in the dream that Luke wasn't killed in his room.

I light a match, flick it on the bed, let it burn. I exit the room. I'm on the grass now, walking. It appears that I'm a lil girl now. All of a sudden, I fly. I saw a few houses being built as I flew by them. I see islands, blue waters. I thought, my god, this country is such a beautiful place if only people can se e what I see.

I entered a place up in the sky. It looks like my old science lab from college. I see a boy. He has super powers too. He has wavy hair, and appears to be of latin decent. He knows what I did (killed Luke). I let myself disappear (apprently, I have invisible powers too). Although, he does not see me, he knows where I am.

Next scene, In the living room, there are a few people there, they all have super powers. There are 2 police men too. THey are going to catch me. It appears that the boy wants to help me. I make myself invisible, but the policemen have super powers and they caught me.

Immidiately to this scene, my friend and I enters a grocery store. She's supposed to work at the deli there. A chinese co-worker (unknown) talks to her about the exam they are about to take that afternoon. I saw an old college friend of mine, she's with her husband walking. I saw her face. She looks very sad and unsatisfied. I look at her but she didn't wanna look at me. It appears that she's embarassed coz she's not happy with the marriage.

I go to the deli. There's soup. I asked if there's a lot of scallops in the soup. The manager said yes and am I going to buy. I ask how much the small size is, she says $6. Wow, that's expensive. ALthough I didn't wanna buy it, I feel embarassed and buy it anyway. She gives me a discount of 20 cents coz my friend works there. I saw $5.80 clearly in the cash register's screen." End...

I will try and add my own interpretation tomorrow. This is a very long dream. Note to self: I had a bad migraine when I had this dream (located in my left temple). I thought I'd need to take medicines again, but I didn't.

Monday, August 29, 2005

Bus and Bottle

"I'm in the store with my friend. We were buying liquor (I don't drink in real life). We buy 3 bottles. As the bottles were being placed in the grocery bag, they get smaller. I read the label on the bottle and it says "grand marnier" if I'm not mistaken.

Somewhere in the dream, I'm reading a piece of paper and the number 13 was emphasized.
As we go out the grocery store, I'm running behind my friend to catch the bus. I ride the bus, swipe my bus pass. It makes a that tone (happens when you swipe the bus pass) and I wake up (the alarm goes off).

Okay, I've been dreaming about buses again. But instead of me being left behind, I actually got on the bus, but I didn't get to sit down coz the alarm went off.

I've been researching the meanings of bus dreams. Most say that riding a bus is something to do with going along with the crowd. It could mean that riding the bus reflects the group dynamics that I am having at work. How I work with the group. As you see, I am the newest member of the team, and so far, I think I am fitting well.

They say that dreaming of a bottle indicates how we are "bottling" up our emotions and not expressing them. The content of the bottle indicates the nature of the emotions. For example, a bottle of champagne signifies the need to socialize. Hence, a bottle of liquor may indicate the same, since we associate drinking liquor with social events.

The amazing thing is, the bottle of liquor that I dreamt about looks like the picture above (only with creamy content), which I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE IN MY LIFE. Dreaming of something that I've never seen and found out that it really does exist in the real world just boggles my mind.

The number 13,they say is a paradoxical number. It's birth and death; end and beginning. It's a symbolism of the obstacle that must be overcome. Isn't this everyday life?

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Of Medicines and Sleep-Aids

I couldn't sleep last night because of my allergies. My nose felt so plugged up that I had to take antihistamines (which caused drowsiness). Sure I was able to sleep, but I didn't dream at all. The time I woke up, I felt like I didn't sleep at all. It felt like I closed my eyes for a minute then it's time to wake up.

Now that I thought about it, when I take medicines at night, those are the times that dreams don't visit me. Could there be a correlation between taking medicines when we go to sleep and dreaming and why? Now, that'd be an interesting theory. Let's put that to the test, shall we?

Caves and Treasures

My college best friends and I are in a cave (I was dropped off by an unknown man). We have a tour guide. An unknown woman, or man, I can't remember. The cave is full of glistening rocks and crystals. Different colors and sizes. One color that sticks to mind is yellow.

I see white crystals. I think they're diamonds. So anyway, I pick the glistening crystals and rocks. As I pick them, they become necklaces. I try to put them on. I have a lot of necklaces hanging upon my neck. The unknown tour guide tells me, only pick what you can use. Do not be greedy (not exactly the same words, but he/she says something to that effect). So I pick the ones that I like and refrain from picking more than I can carry or I know that I will never use.

As my friends and I exits the cave, the necklaces hanging upon my neck disappear and only one is left. It's a big diamond, oblong in size, almost like a huge white ruby.

Another scene... The same friends and I are at church. It's raining very hard when we're about to go. They don't have a car. So I give them a ride home. It's raining cats and dogs and I almost couldn't see anything from my windshield.

I actually know what the cave represents. It represents the hidden conscious. The fact that I found treasures inside the cave denotes that something precious is being kept there is a sigh of relief. May it be a hidden skill or talent, I'd be excited to know.

They say seeing falling rain symbolizes forgiveness and renewal. The fact that I saw the rain inside my car with my friends, maybe it's telling me to renew my friendship with them and forgive them. I had a little spat with them awhile back and I sorta kept out of touch with them. Hmmm... I think it's time for me to write them a little note or something...

Do you listen to your dreams?

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Of Giant Tomatoes and Missing the Bus

"I'm in a backyard playing with my brother. We are still kids in this dream. There is a nice, cottage-like house in that backyard. It's not ours. It's our neighbor's. Our neighbor is a middle-aged lady (unknown character). She has a tall, tomato plant. Almost as tall as her house. The tomatoes are as big as a watermelon. One of the tomatoes fall off the plant and I catch it. The huge tomato is in my hand. Our lady neighbor goes out and she implies that I picked the tomato off the plant. I defend myself. I show her the dirt surrounding the fruit, and I tell her that it fell off the plant. I don't know if she believes me, but she gives the fruit to me. I pressed it so hard that it bursts. I put the fruit on some kind of wooden stand. One thing to remember in this scene is my brother and I are singing 'We Built This City.'

Another scene... I'm waiting for a bus, but I keep missing it. So a lady (unknown) shows me the bus schedule of some sort and she teaches me the new policies (sort of). As she's reading the pamphlet, the statement in bold letters 'Salary increase' is the one I remember the most."

The one commonality in these scenes was there is an unknown lady that kept communicating with me. Either to confront me or to to teach me something. There were also statements either in the background music or something that was read that were pronouncing themselves to me.


Who is the unknown lady? She's a bit of a disciplinarian. What is she trying to tell me? What do the songs mean? "We built this city." It coincides with my other dreams in the past where I have a new house being built (I think). Am I gonna be entering a new unknown phase in my life and the unknown lady is a representation of myself guiding me to the right direction and even foretelling me some things that are happening soon?

The huge tomatoes, it could only mean that I see tomatoes everyday that's why it's in my dreams. But the fact that the tomatoes looked so good and I coveted them (silently) could imply that I have hidden desires for something in my real life and the lady in my dream is reminding me to curtail such desires?

What about the bus? It could imply that I'm about to go somewhere, maybe not literally but metaphorically, but I kept missing the opportunity?

Monday, August 22, 2005

Nuclear Explosions

"I'm inside our house in the city. I'm watching the sky thru our screen doors and windows. Then all of a sudden I hear a loud explosion . I see the smoke in the sky, the rumbling and crashing down of the roofs. I hear and see this three times in a row.

While I'm experiencing this, I want to get out of there immediately and move to another city. My father is in the house with me. I feel panicky and worried because of the the would-be effects of this explosion. It could mean mutation, health hazards and the like. I tell my father my worries and he's shrugged it off. I'm a bit angry at his reaction.

The next scene is me going to a city in the mountains and looking for a place to move into."

They say that dreaming is an outlet to our repressed emotions. Dreaming about explosions is about venting your repressed anger when you couldn't do this in your waking life. When I dreamt about this, I remembered being angry about someone, but I couldn't let that person know about my feelings because I'm afraid of confrontation in general.

About the scene where I was looking for a new place to stay, I am still not quite sure. About a couple of nights ago, I dreamt about having a new house built. There's a commonality there. They say that this could mean I am entering a new phase in my life. If that's what it is, could a dream be also a foreshadowing of things to come?

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Students, Bagels and Hairs

"I am a student. I have a paper with colored graphics that needs to be photocopied. I go into the first photocoying shop that I see. There's a lineup. I look for another shop. The area is very crowded full of students. I go inside another photocopying shop, and another lineup. I don't think I ever get my photocopying done.

I think I'm in a store. There's a machine that toasts bagels. The machine keeps spitting out bagels and I eat some of the bagels.

I am with my brother and I'm eating something. For some reason, the food that I'm eating has a lot of hairs in it."

I'm a bit perplexed by what my dream meant. Though I have a bit of recollection that when you dream about being a student you desire for the times when you were still in school with no worries and responsibilities. I don't have an idea about the photocopying though.

I read somewhere that bagels represent sexual urges, and hairs about sensuality. But eating both of them? What could they mean?

Ideas anyone? Have you had similar dreams like these?

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Funerals and Legends

"I was at a funeral. It was supposed to be B.B. King's funeral. He was supposed to have died being 100 years old. All of a sudden, his corpse came to life. Surprisingly enough, no one was a bit surprised. I was the only one. Then one person (unknown to me) said, he came to life to take what he had lost. Under the blankets inside his coffin was a guitar. He took the guitar and played it. He did a one-finger bend that screamed thru the halls."

I think I know what this dream meant. I was at a store yesterday looking at books. I saw a guitar book. I wanted to buy it, but I thought I was never going to use it since I don't have time and my knowledge was a lil bit advanced than what the book had. But the truth was, I was an avid guitar player before. I used to listen to a lot of music, write songs and play the instrument thru the wee hours of the morning. But now, that part of me has died. By looking at that book yesterday, the guitar fan inside of me was screaming one more time to get back from the dead... and to take back what was lost.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Babies and Children

My first intention for writing this blog was to create a medium for the dreams that I have been having.

I dreamt about a lot of weird and amazing things in the past, and also nightmares. But my dreams also comfort me. When I'm worried about something, that night that I go to bed, I'd dream of someone talking to me, and saying comforting words. Surprisingly, the morning that I wake up, I'd feel comforted and less worried.

Dreams are amazing. For me, it resembles an unopened portal that I want to understand. It's a doorway to a fuller understanding of oneself.

Since I have started this blog, I have only written one dream flashback. I felt strangely vulnerable when I wrote about my dream. I felt that I have shared something that was part of me, a deeper part of me... and I got scared. So I stopped for a moment, and contemplated about publishing other ones.

But here I am again... and the dream went like this...

My sister was pregnant and about to give birth. The moment that she was having the contractions, I hit a wall, and I think I fainted. When I hit that wall, nothingness and stillness crept inside of me. When I opened my eyes, my sister has given birth.

I saw children. Children that I have never seen before, but they're supposed to be related to me. One kid showed me his red candies. Put some on top of his head and made a mention about the cat in the hat. I laughed and the supposed to be dad (whom I don't know), laughed too.

I went to the baby's room. Lied beside the baby and talked to him. Amazingly enough, I understood the baby. He was talking to me by telepathy. It's either him or me thinking, wishing that he'd grow up soon so I have someone to talk to, because nobody understands me. I was touched by this, and I cried. Tears were flowing from my eyes and I really felt the emotions.