There are 13 written responses to this assignment.
As a child i would receive re-accuring dreams where i would find myself trapped but it would only be me and one other person (typically family member of friend enemy) it would always be a small yet big space, like a small house but with a secret room, or a cave but with a hidden area. I am much older now (17) i haven’t had these dreams in a while however last night. I dreamed I was with 2 of my friends suddenly we’re in the backyard van of a couple strangers, I can’t recall how got there but we were forced some sort of anaesthetic numbing needles, we were then brushed over our feet with steel tip sharp pointed items which scratched us and made us bleed, however this was done as a test to see if the torture would. We resisted knowing this was going to sting and hurt but it didn’t, after more scraping it did start to hurt and me and the girls got restless though, the 2 escaped after tricking the male and female grownups into thinking they had to go to the toilet, they were numb so they could run as far as they could go without stopping, I heard the male say don’t worry we still have these 2. I thought I was the only one and I was left trying to ring my parents while pulling the same trick, we were bloody and scared. I met this 14 year old, though he said he’d been here from birth, then he suddenly disappeared as I was taken inside. The numbing had worn off much faster for me than the girls. I had my phone sticking out of my pocket as I frantically tried texting my dad then calling my mum, while I was being taken I ran ahead as the man stayed outside to talk to the lady, I think the women was warning the man about my phone. We had been cut and scraped and burnt and many tears were shed though the memories are vague now, and I remember running inside as fast as I could to hide in the bathroom before I suddenly woke up. I would like to know why all of a sudden after so many years this fearful themed nightmare has returned.
Since i was little (keep in mind i am still only 16, i know thats still young), i always had a recurring dream of being in a big, huge room that never stopped and it was full of boxes. And i would just freak out. I have no idea what it means.
I will probably always vividly recall the dream—the two stuffed dolls on the top of my closet, the blue fabric “socks” on one of them, just sitting benignly with their permanent grins…ensuring that I could not talk. They had the power to disable my voice, my screams, my cries for help. All just by being there in the closet, not even next to me, but within my line of sight. The one part I don’t remember is if I could stop this by simply turning away.
Recently, over the past couple of years, I have noticed it happening again, the dream recurring. Only this time it’s a small boy, between 4 and 6 years old, blond hair, cherubic-looking, really. But the same thing happens: in his presence, but most especially when he is expressing his independence (I might sometimes call it being difficult), at times I cannot speak. I have nothing to say. I want to find the words to help ease the situation, to get us out the door, to brush teeth, to take a bath, but I am struck dumb, my voice ineffectual. Turning away only makes it worse.
Sometimes I cannot tell the difference between dreams and waking.
I’m in a big factory. Huge mounds of sand are being piled up by levers. It’s noisy, but eerie at the same time. There’s no one else there but me. And the inescapable piling and piling and piling up of sand mounds unto eternity. I’m stuck here. Forever.
[This is a strange dream (read: nightmare) I always had when I was sick, from about the age of 5-10. I always woke up frightened, and dreaded getting sick because of it].
Stop Every Thing. Take out all your thoughts form you and look at them one by one. You will see there nothing call “YOU”.
My memory fails if this was a dream or something I imagined/visualized. I remember this recurring dreamlike experience of watching my bedroom wall i the dark, and seeing a huge network of trains in trestles, bridges, on the edge of mountains, going in all kinds of motion. The scene would be chaotic but moving, as if it were orchestrated.
The more I stared at it, the more abstract it looked, and then bad thing started to happen, trains falling off of tracks, going in the wrong direction, just utter bedlam. I felt if I concentrated hard enough on everything, just by thinking good, rational thoughts, the system would return to stability, but it always moved to a state of more chaos, beyond mine if anyone else’s control.
Kind of grim? I cannot say I have had this dream in a kong long time. Maybe it’s a response to a recent cross country train trip?
Everyone’s heard of the “falling dream,” right? There are many different interpretations, including that you’ll always survive the fall because your very early ancestor (who obviously swung in trees) must have or you wouldn’t be here.
Well, when I was a kid I remember dreaming that I was sitting on a rim of sorts with a roaring fire pit below and utter darkness and silence behind me. I sensed I was expected to make my choice of which way to fall.
I remember many times waking up before I made my choice. But then the last time I ever experienced this dream, I made my choice and felt myself falling backwards.
I’ve no idea what happened next. I guess I’m still falling . . .
Eye in the Sky
When I was around twelve, a dream that occured a few times (including nightmare screams and waking up heart pounding cold sweats) was of a large eye in the sky. Like a UFO and possibly influenced by the UFO craze of the times, the eye in the sky would loom over the scenery, chase me through the streets and yards of the neighborhood, and even had heat rays that would beam down on me. I’ve always associated the eye in the sky dream with having viewed some movie, like maybe The Day of the Triffids (from 1962, about the right timing).
Later in life, I’ve had other “in the sky” dreams, usually planes falling and crashing and burning just out of sight. Sometimes meteors.
My most common recurring dreams now are pretty benign. They usually involve me (at my current age) being back in the Navy, newly reporting to a ship but something is not quite right, like missing some uniform item, unable to find my way around the ship, or being assigned to the wrong department. On a rare occasion, I might have a dream of being attacked by some demonic entity. That’s the one that will wake me up calling for help, praying the name of Jesus, or even speaking in tongues. Gotta watch out for those dreams…there might be a deeper reality behind them!
My re-occurring nightmare when I was little was I am a little cottontail rabbit in a walled garden with other rabbits. I am told to never go through the wooden door bound with iron in the garden wall, but one day the door is open. And I go through. All the other rabbits follow me. It’s filled with white puffy clouds that we can play in. We are having a lovely time playing when suddenly, there is the clang of a bell and the door begins to close. The clouds become dark and grey. Dead leaves swirl around. All the rabbits begin to go through the closing door. The rabbit in front of me is the last through the door and his tail is sheared off. I am left in a barren grey place with the bloody stump of a cottontail.
I only had this dream when I was ill and it was part of a trio of dreams.
I had the dream recently. I still went through the door but this time I take a box of matches. Now when I am left behind I burn the door down using the dead leaves as kindling.
Rockylou has never lacked creativity and that certainly extends into her dream life. I’d start out by sitting in a black inner tube. You know… the kind you’d use as a kid to float down the river. But the trick was if I wanted to actually fly I had to relax, really relax, and the more I did the higher and faster I could go. I can even remember trying to teach my little sister and a friend or two how to fly with me.
I also have the fun of having a common theme in a sequence of dreams over time. It’s a little like lucid dreaming, but not quite. It’s only happened once or twice that I recognize I am actually dreaming and start consciously interacting with my dream. But when I am following one of my extended dream story lines (Some are still showing up as an adult.) I remember what has been happening in the previous dreams and will build upon that in the present dream. They seem to have a life of their own. For the flying dreams over time I learned how to get going right away when I wanted to, and knew that there was something going on in my life that I needed to tend to if I was having trouble relaxing in order to fly. This dream theme still visits me from time to time.
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When I was a little girl, age 5-7, a Disney short called Spin and Marty starred two young toughs, rich and poor, bonding and having guy adventures on a Wyoming dude ranch. Spin and Marty came to inhabit my nightmares. I dreamed they caught me at the playground and broke all my bones over the bars of the swingset.
I would wake up in a sweat, short of breath, a strangled scream caught in my throat.
My fear of the two cowboys has morphed into an urban terror of the drug addict at the door with a crowbar; in my waking nightmares, I cower before the circling black helicopter pursuing an escaped felon who comes over our fence and charges through the raised beds; I drive my car into a live volcano; I am struck by lightning while holding a rabbit, and the rabbit screams when I cannot.
And Spin and Marty are going house to house, looking for me still.
Charlie Brown chasing people with an axe. Gives Dexter a run for his money.
I’m at a school (not my school, though recognisably of the same type as my school), and it appears to be based in a system of caves. The largest caves are for the main hall and – to one side, the dining hall. I move towards it, seeing the standard melamine tables and thin metal water-jugs thereon. But the liquid contained in the water jugs is thick and bright green. (in the dream this realisation is accompanied by stereotypical dun-dun-DAAAAAAN! incidental music).
Had this dream, which terrified me, from age 6 to age 10 – when I realised (for some reason) that liquid gold was green in colour and then surmised the liquid in the jugs must be liquid gold. Why this stopped the dream, or removed it’s power, I have no idea…