Nekonezume's Dream Journal

Odd but incredible dream

2008-08-10T08:08:00.000-07:00

I had this bizarre dream last night that I was a young woman living in this gigantic old house. My mother was an evil woman who died not long before and the house belonged to me as a result; it was inherited. I was letting a couple of young men who were travelers stay there. It was a beautiful house; we were in the woods and there were vines and trees and flowers and fruits growing everywhere on the outside, as well as a courtyard. Some of the house servants like maids, valets etc. were setting up an outdoor service to be had in honor of my mother, and a few guests from the village below were coming to attend. I decided to go for a walk as things were prepared. As I was walking, I went off the normal path slightly, and I was shocked to find a massive rock embedded in the cliff nearby with my mother's face in it! Her hair was long green moss and waterfalls trickled down her face. She started yelling and screaming at me for having guests in the house she so long took care of, and suddenly I was transported INTO the house, with the two young men who were staying there standing nearby, surprised at my sudden arrival. I was in a long hallway that was painted red. Suddenly, my mother started screaming again, cursing me for letting these men in her home. Glyphs on the walls started to glow gold and I felt a strange pain shooting through me and making me claw the walls. The two young men tried to help me but it was too late. My mother laid a curse on me that was going to deteriorate the house and all around it and prevent me from ever being able to have children.

I don't remember much of what happened after this, but with the help of the two young men, who stayed with me for several years, we managed to find a loophole in the curse and break it because of that. I ended up falling in love with one of the guys and since we broke the curse I was able to have a kid. When I found out in the dream I was pregnant I was so happy and I started running around the entire area by where I lived. It was swampy from the curse but because the curse was broken it was starting to get better. While I was running I started singing! right loudly, and there was like an ORCHESTRA playing as I was singing. It was crazy. I know it sounds ridiculous but in the dream it didn't FEEL ridiculous. I wish I could remember the melody because it really sounded pretty incredible! I was singing about how I was grateful to my evil mother even though she did this, because it made me feel like a better person in the end . . . I wasn't bitter or resentful, I was just so happy that the curse was broken. Because the curse was broken, also, her presence was no longer manifest in the world around us. Either that or the curse was her final outpouring of any power she still had and her presence left then, I'm not sure which. Despite that, I was sure she could hear me singing.

I think the one I fell in love with was gifted with paranormal stuff . . . apparently I'd had a minor curse on my nose before and he had removed it and made it manifest in a vicious bunny hat that went around nibbling people's feet or something. That part was really strange. That was early on in the dream, around the point when people were setting up for the funeral service.

Curiouser and curiouser!

2008-01-26T07:00:00.000-08:00

This dream was a rather long one. Really, it probably lasted about five minutes, but it felt like it lasted for hours.

The furthest back I can remember in the dream was that I and a group of several male friends (that I don't believe I actually know) were trying to get to another world or dimension, and we couldn't quite make it. We made it to a house between dimensions, though, and what a strange house it was. It was almost a tower, with seven floors total and long sets of stairs. It was a rather beautiful old house but it creeked somewhat menacingly due to the seven floors and being so tall and thin a tower. It was filled with mysteries.

We got up to the seventh and final floor, and we saw a few bedrooms and offices, all forgotten, and a bathroom at the end of the hall. By the door to the bathroom, there was a door built into the wall, as well as a large cabinet. I started opening the built-in door, and I was greeted with another, smaller door. I did this a few more times until the smallest door I found was there, and it was locked. I immediately started looking for a key, but I couldn't find one nearby, so I checked the dresser by the bathroom entrance, and I found two tiny bottles filled with a clear liquid. One said "drink me, I'll make you grow smaller", and the other said "eat me, I'll make you grow larger" (even though it was a bottle filled with liquid, hehe). I knew I wanted to be smaller, so I drank from the "drink me" bottle. It tasted really strange, like an energy drink only far more medicine-y. It wasn't a good taste. Anyway, I looked in the mirror and watched as I got a bit shorter, but not much. So, I drank the whole thing and only shrank to about four feet tall, and my voice sounded like I'd sucked helium. I was worried, though, because there wasn't any of the drink me elixir left and I couldn't find any more in the cabinet (I did find little cartridges of clear liquid lying around, but for some reason I thought they were rat or moth poison).

Suddenly I found myself on a train in the same between-worlds-world, as I was looking for more of the elixir. I couldn't find any and returned back to the tower.

I was searching the seventh floor of the tower and suddenly someone told a good lot of us (suddenly there were a lot of people and I don't know who they were) to stay in one room. This person went to rest in the bathroom; apparently he was tired and that was the only place he could find rest. I snuck out of the room he had placed us all in to search for more elixir. I looked in the cabinet in which I had originally found said elixir, and found a small keyring with a tiny skeleton key that looked as though it could open another small cabinet. There was a keychain that looked like a small eyepiece, and when I unfolded it, it turned into a woman's leg! I ended up searching the tower for the keyhole for this key, and slowly, the tower started turning into my grandmother's house. I had found the cabinet in another room, and it was in a dresser in a storage room. There was another key in there, which I took downstairs to what was now almost fully my grandmother's house, and into a sideroom which doesn't exist in her house. Apparently it had been my grandfather's (whom I have never met) room. The key unlocked a little nightstand full of little trinket's that had apparently belonged to my grandfather, including a letter from his sister and her husband, and a necklace he had owned as a child. Before I woke up, my father was there, and he told me that the room we were in would belong to me.

Before I woke up, there was a brief, fleeting remembrance that I had to find more of the drink me elixir, but I bet if I had gone up the stairs to go back to the tower, it would have been gone.

Stupid and violent dream

2008-01-09T06:33:00.000-08:00

I don't know why, but when I post here it always seems like I post the bad dreams. I guess because they're the ones that stand out the most in my mind.

I was at some kind of party, absolutely packed with people. Mostly friends. For some reason, though, I was angry with most of them. I had a weapon on me that was small like a taser, but it had a cloaking device on and only I could see it. It fired like a machine gun, only silent. So I walked around the room and was shooting EVERYTHING in sight, including people. I'd have to shoot people five or so times before they died, though. So people were dropping like flies all around the room and things were shattering. I started to feel bad, though. One of the guys pulled out a gun and said "All right, who's doing this?" I felt a bit guilty, so I raised my hand. He shot me in the head immediately. Then I woke up.

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Ghost

2008-01-04T08:49:00.000-08:00

I had a dream last night that I was in university, but my university was far, far different than it is now. There were two very large main buildings, and a huge beach and body of water in between them, with a few shacks and oddities on the way, as well as cliffs surrounding.

I was with a couple of friends and we were walking to classes. One of them had a class in one of the old shacks along the way, so I dropped her off and kept going. I got to my class and realised I wasn't feeling very well, so I went to leave and I was sick, spitting up blood and other loveliness. I went back into the classroom and noticed no one was paying much attention to me, except the teacher, who told the students that there WAS someone sitting in my seat and that it was me and I had died. I suddenly started to panic and looked out the classroom to see my boyfriend walking to another class. I ran out and followed him, hoping he would be able to see me as well. He was walking down the beach and to the other building. I followed him into the second building and called after him, but he couldn't hear me. I suddenly grew very sad because I knew he wouldn't be able to see or hear me, and I knew that even if he could, nothing would be done about it because he wouldn't be able to touch me or hug me. I stood on the staircase for a moment, letting people walk through me, when suddenly one of my waking university friends, Felipe, was there.

"Hey Katie, how are you?" he asked.
"Awful, I'm dead," I replied.
"Ahhh, no big deal. Let me buy you lunch," he said.
"I don't need lunch. I'm dead."
"Well, at least let me buy you some vanilla pudding. EVERYONE needs vanilla pudding." Which was strangely characteristic of him to say regardless.

So, Felipe and I went down to the cafeteria, where I thought about how I needed to find Mom and tell her. She is a prof at the university I go to in waking-life, so she was in the dream as well. I saw her across the cafeteria waving to me, but then I turned to look at her and walked toward her, and she frowned. She could tell something was up. To demonstrate this, I walked right through a table and she paled.
"Oh no," she said, "you're dead."
I showed her that there were some items I could interact with, for some reason. I could touch the couch and a nearby table but I couldn't touch people or the other table that I had walked through. It was strange. Mom was, as you can imagine, very upset and talking about it out loud. A few people figured out what was going on and started singing "Happy Death-day to you" (to the obvious tune of happy birthday), then woke up, very thankful that it was only a dream.

On an interesting note, in another dream in which I died, my mother was able to see me then, too. I don't have these dreams very often but they're very vivid when I do, and in both of them Mom was able to see me.

Horrible dream!

2007-10-06T09:14:00.000-07:00

This dream was just awful! I don't know how it got in my head, but here it goes.

It started that I was back in high school, and there was a new program implemented that allowed suicidal students to be legally executed. I had done something really stupid, like dropped my keys or lost them or something, and I was REALLY angry with myself, so I decided to sign up to get myself executed (!). As that day was drawing to a close, I began to realise what I had actually done. I was going to DIE. After that, I literally would not be living anymore. So, I was obviously terrified. I went to school reluctantly the next day.

A girl approached me and the first thing she said was "Hey, I heard you're getting executed today. Do you want me to be your shooter?" because in this, if we wanted to be executed we had to have either someone to shoot us or we had to hire a firing squad, though the condition with the one-person shoot was that that person had to be shot, too. I said "I guess, but I don't really think I want to go through with this now . . . I mean, I don't want to die!". A boy overheard us and said to MY shooter, "I'm going to be executed today, too. I'll be your shooter." So before I could mark my name off the list or tell someone I had made a mistake, a man came into the classroom with a rifle and handed it to the girl. She aimed it at me to shoot, but just as she fired I dodged out of the way. The bullet hit the girl beside me in the arm, and she went ballistic and pulled out a machine gun (!!) and sprayed bullets around the classroom, killing the boy from before. I ran away from the room and behind a counter, where another student was kiding. She told me to get away and to hide somewhere else because this was her counter, but I just moved away and she was content.

When I saw the first opportunity to do so, I ran for it and went to the nearest payphone. A boy was following me as well. I dialled 911 quickly and shouted "Help! There has been a shooting in my school! I'm at (the name of the) school. One person's already been killed! HELP!" I then bolted out of there and went outside where the buses usually were. Everyone thanked me for dialling 911, but I wasn't so sure. "It was my fault, though," I said. "I should never have signed up." Then, ambulances, police cars, firetrucks and several flatbed trucks with dogs in them came to take us to a safer place.

Horrible! I should note that the girl with the rifle, the boy who was to shoot her and the girl behind the counter were all people I know from my waking life. That made the dream even more haunting.

Destruction of a community.

2007-01-30T06:17:00.000-08:00

Here is a very frightening dream I had last night.

I was at home. Mind you, this wasn't my REAL home, but a place I knew in my dream to be home. I was lying down, looking out into the other room at my family, which consisted of my parents, a great aunt and uncle, a brother, and my boyfriend, Brad. Suddenly, the whole place started to shake with a terrible tremor. Everyone was screaming and things were falling and breaking. After a few moments it ended, but it started up again not long after. This went on four times, until the house around us was nearly ruined. We looked out our window, and the bridge that linked the community to the outside was completely destroyed, so we had no way out.

Suddenly, I could see OUT of the house and to other things being discussed. Prime Minister Stephen Harper was ordering the demolition of any way in or out of the community I lived because the community wouldn't agree to one of his offers of some sort, or wouldn't comply to one of his requests, or possibly because we were a small community and simply cost too much money for the small amount of people living there. All of the weather reports were saying odd and different things about the area we were living in, such as it was an extended earthquake, or a storm gone awry. Nothing was adding up.

I got to see a group of people discussing the conspiracy and how it was and was not likely. They were conspiracy theorists, but they were mostly kids, and they were a group called "I Will Not". They were making a commercial about the small town scandal, talking about how wrong it was and showing images of a water research facility the government had wanted to use for something but the town had refused. They were talking about this and the theories behind why Harper had planted demolition of a small community. Right before I woke up, I heard the music crescendo to a climax and the group of young people saying loudly "I WILL NOT!".

And then I woke up.

What a horrible nightmare.

2006-12-26T09:46:00.000-08:00

I really can't get this out of my head. I don't want to interpret it right now because it bothers me so much, but here's the dream.

First dream, I was in a department store, totally naked. It had started with someone's house, then it morphed into a department store, then a schoolbus. I had managed to get my shirt on but I was completely naked from the waist down. I managed to put a sweater over my lap to hide anything, but I was sitting beside a couple of perverted boys who not only wanted me to take the sweater off, but they wanted to do things. It was disgusting and frightening all at once, because then even the busdriver was on their side, and he was mocking me through the window. I managed to put my pants on and get off the bus before anything happened, but it was scary.

This was the really horrible one, though.

It was an average day at university. I was walking with a friend (who actually doesn't go to the university I do) and telling her about my plans for the next two years. We started walking down the stairs when we suddenly heard that someone had a gun. A few of the people on the stairs were screaming and falling and getting shot. I suddenly got shot as well, and died. After my death I heard that the girl with the gun had killed herself. I looked over at her and saw her ghost approaching me with a smile on her face. I asked her what she had done and why, and she shrugged and said she was dealing with something but it was better now (though we were all DEAD). My Mom was nearby (alive, but she could communicate with us for some reason), and she started sighing and saying how she was glad that we understood that death is the first step and heaven was the next; she was sick of people saying they couldn't wait until they experienced the feeling of going straight up to heaven. So we, the deadies, were moping about while Mom made phone calls. I was upset and wanted to live because someone had taken my life away. Somehow, the girl had done this (and committed suicide) before. Mom talked to the girl's church and they wouldn't hold a service for her because of the way she died. A living woman gave me a drag of her cigarette, which tasted like tomatoes and pepper and garlic and lime, and asked me if it tasted like the beach.

The end is weird, but the fact is that it was a horrible premise, and it felt real.

Acting dreams, and a sandcastle.

2006-11-09T07:38:00.000-08:00

I can't remember this one fully, so I'm going to just go with the flow.

For some reason, I was acting as an extra in a skit TV show that was directed toward youth-aged kids. They had me act it out, crying and such and sobbing, and these two guys were pulling me along. They thought I did a good job so they didn't ask me to do it again.

I then suddenly found myself in a convention centre, talking to two young girls and one older one about the sequel to a film they were shooting. We went outside, and something happened that I can't remember. Then we were walking down a path discussing acting. Apparently, I had been head of an acting thingie awhile before, and I had given one of the girls some constructive criticism that she didn't appreciate. I had told her that was she was doing "wasn't her" and that she should be more true to herself while acting, and she had taken that as an insult. I was upset, because I had really meant it as friendly. So I went with the other girl for a little walk and we went inside this wooden sand-dome, where we were crawling around in the sand and I asked if the first girl was pissed; thankfully she replied that she wasn't. Then we couldn't crawl any further, because one of the ways was blocked by a GORGEOUS and elaborate sand castle. And HUGE! It had these pillars and buttresses and it looked carved out of stone, but it wasn't. It was also a number of colours and it was actually more like a massive cathedral. It was also dyed different colours and it looked as though it was held together with a glaze. Then the first girl came and DESTROYED the whole thing to get it out of our way. I said what a shame it was, then woke up.

Battle Royale dream

2006-09-15T13:02:00.000-07:00

A bit of background for you.
Battle Royale is a Japanese novel that has been adapted into a film and a manga. Its premise is horrendous; a group of ninth grade students awake from a "field trip" to find that they are on an abandoned island, wearing collars that will detonate if they try to leave. They are each given a random weapon and told that they have to kill eachother until one person is left. Horrible and frightening, but I think it's a really important novel due to its shock factor. This COULD come true one day. That's why it's so important. And that's why it's so frightening.
I don't remember how the dream started, but I was suddenly in the middle of the final stages of Battle Royale. There were only a few of us left; there was me, Brad, a guy who wanted to "win" and Nancy Linear, a character from my online novel, Adryan Andronicus College for the Gifted. After a gun battle between the evil dude and Brad, Nancy was shot in the pelvis and in the shoulder. By that time, the evil dude somehow turned into a good guy and helped us all out of our collars. He told us how to escape, and said that he was going to act like the winner. Instead of doing so, though, he came along with me and Brad. I put on a wide-brimmed hat and pulled it down to cover my face, and so did Brad and the other guy. For some reason, we weren't on a deserted island, but in a thriving establishment instead. We snuck through the place and started to build a raft in this house (a friend's house, I think) which had an opening to the ocean. A group of my friends from university came by and started loading two or three rafts with stuff like water and provisions for our getaway, and the dude decided he would look at Nancy's wounds and taking out the bullets etc. We had people get things for us and bring them back. I woke up before we could leave, though.

Important images: Guns, violence, fear, hats, water, boats.

Interpretation: To come later.

Invader Zim and a LOT of cheese. . . .

2006-08-27T06:13:00.000-07:00

This is the only dream I significantly remember a lot from, so I'm only going to concentrate on it.

Starting off, I'm sitting at my computer and I'm reading messages people have left me on AIM. A lot of them are nonsensical; people are asking me random questions about unimportant stuff. One, however, is a screenshot from a new episode of a new anime turned up in one of the messages, and I got angry because it was a spoiler. I opened up the episode and started to watch, and suddenly I was IN it. I was just a spectator; I wasn't doing anything significant. The news flashed on and it showed a picture of a flaming skull. The announcer exclaimed "It's a scorcher!" to which a subtitle beneath wrote "That's a great translation". The announcer continued to speak and show images of how the earth was suddenly getting hotter and hotter, and that it was by some evil magic dude's design. Then the announcer announced that the reason it was getting so hot was because the evil dude had trapped a whole bunch of cheese in the sky. For some reason, a bunch of children were trapped in the sky also, clinging to big blocks of cheese that floated there. They started reaching out and grabbing the smaller cheeses that were floating about like meteorites and started eating them; I did the same. The cheese looked like orange Swedish Berries. I was eating them as well, and then Invader Zim and GIR appeared. GIR was clinging onto a piece of cheese himself and Zim came over with some cheese he had found floating around. It wasn't, however, cheese. GIR took a big bite out of it and it seemed to be some kind of big, juicy red berry. He threw it up against a massive mushroom that was growing out of a big piece of cheese, and the mushroom's eyes opened! He glared at GIR and said "Don't throw stuff at me, or you'll wake up!". There was a light that flicked on "upstairs" in the mushroom's cap, suggesting that someone lived there. Suddenly, Zim discovered that he could do anything he wanted in this place, which was suddenly a vast desert filled with junk. So, he blew up a train that was chugging through and made it burn down.

Important images: Cheese, flames, train, a mushroom with a face, a juicy berry (possibly blood; in the dream I didn't know which it was), sun, desert.

Analysis of images: Cheese indicates that I will be coming into some sorrow ahead. That doesn't give me much hope :(. Swiss cheese in a dream means that I will come into substantial money, but the cheese in the dream was cheddar. Flames in a dream signify a need for purity or the purification of thoughts and deeds. A train suggests a journey; this train was running off its tracks, and that suggests I might be concerned over an affair that will eventually be resolved satisfactorily. The fact that this train was on fire suggests that I want purification in this particular "journey". Fungus in a dream can either refer to a physical problem I have, or to a situation in my life that's growing out of control. Seeing a face means that I need to better define my goals; seeing the two in combination would mean, to me, that I need to better define my goals on some aspect of my life before the situation grows completely out of hand. The dream definition of cherry (the closest thing to the juicy berry in this instance) suggests sexual and female desire, but I don't think that fits with the dream's current theme, so I will go with blood. A dream of bleeding/blood suggests a loss of power or change in matters of the heart. I will go with the loss of power, as it's fitting in with the current theme here. Dreaming of the sun is apparently fortuitous. A desert signifies a fear of death or being infertile (and I am afraid of death). It can also symbolise hidden beauty and hidden life that is camouflaged by ordinary perceptions.

Interpretation: I will come into sorrow, and it may seem as though my life is spiralling out of control as I lose any power I had, but if I can redefine my goals on the situation, I will be able to rise against this and come into a fortuitous end of it. The solution for the problem is hidden in something ordinary.

Ghosts and apartments and naked people?

2006-08-24T04:33:00.000-07:00

Dream 1: The B&E haunted castle

I was in Bermuda with a small group of three friends (a girl, I think Nicci Blewett, and a boy with long dark hair; he looked like my boyfriend but he wasn't; the whole thing had a very Harry Potter-ish feel so I could have been there with Hermione and Ron for all I know) and we had a video camera (the long-haired boy was in charge). We were at this old castle, and for a bit of background, I have been at this castle in my waking life with my mother. As we're there outside, a man approaches us and invites us to have a little walk around, so he unlocks the front gate and we explore a little. As we're exploring, I see another closed and locked door (very vividly; it's a long door made of panelled mahogany wood and there is just enough of a crack for me to see through). The man is nowhere to be found, so I break through the door with "Ron" and "Hermione" helping me out. On the other side, we find a vast courtyard, and a very creepy looking castle. Looking up at the castle, we see something moving in the window. For more background, I have seen this before; this wasn't in person, but on a television program on MuchMusic in which the VJs went to haunted houses with a psychic. The ghost was very vivid in my memory because it looked like she was pushing something around in the window, and her face looked greatly like a skull. I was scared out of my tree, because in my waking like I have a fear of ghosts so in my dreaming life it makes sense that I do, too. For some reason, I wanted to go in the castle now, so the three of us, video camera in tow, went into the dark castle and started to explore. I don't remember much of this part, but after exploring the bathrooms for awhile, I got scared again and wanted to leave. So we left, with "Ron" sliding around on a banister and cracking himself between the legs on a pole, heheh.

Important images: Castle, ghost, door, haunted house.

Interpretation:

Dream 2: Our new apartment

For background, my boyfriend and I are moving into an apartment together in about two weeks. I think this dream may reflect some anxiety regarding it. I don't remember much of this dream. So, I am at our brand new apartment alone; Brad isn't here yet. I start looking around and notice a sign that says "Lights Out at 11 PM". I start getting really concerned that I'll be in big trouble if I actually stay up past then, so I look out into the hallway and see that everyone else's lights are out. I get really concerned. Suddenly, I am whisked back to my house, where I have company. A friend of mine, a friend of my family's, my boyfriend and someone I don't know were all visiting. I won't name names because this dream weirds me out! So, the friend of the family was in the other room talking to my father, and the girls (my friend, and the woman I don't know) were all playing truth or dare. The woman I don't know took off her pants and told me that she dared me to give her a sexual favour. I told her no, and especially not here. Right at that moment, the friend of the family walked into the room and saw the woman half-naked. So we ran up to my room where I was suddenly sandwiched between these two naked women. Then I woke up. Very. . . very strange.

Important images: Nudity, the empty hallway.

Interpretation:

I'll work on the images and interp later. I have to run for now.

Welcome

2006-08-24T04:30:00.000-07:00

The first step to dream analysis is to record them as you remember them. That's what this journal is for. As I remember my dreams I will record them here and give my interpretation of them. Be forewarned, my dreams are very strange.

In any event . . . welcome.