Blood and Guts: My Dreams :confused:

[noitcefrep]

I normally never remember my dreams. When I do, they are uneventful and uninteresting, a random sequence of events that don't seem particularly meaningful or insightful, so not much of my attention is spent thinking about them.

Over the past couple weeks though, I have been having very graphic dreams, depicting extreme carnage. In one, I was in a plane taking off, and below there was a helicopter taking off. The helicopter began to tip to one side, and the blades caught someone, tearing apart their body into chunks and shreds, leaving blood and body parts everywhere. I'm not vaguely imagining this, the dreams are extremely vivid, and I awake feeling as though I had actually seen it happen.

I'm not about to fly, and have actually never flown in my life. I also haven't seen anything particularly gruesome lately either. I have in the past seen videos of horrible acts (call it curiosity, I don't enjoy them but curiosity lures and demands satisfaction), so I don't understand why my unconscious mind suddenly has focused on this.

Also, the dreams I'm having don't really involve anger or violence. Just accidents that cause extreme gore. Car crashes, the helicopter, etc.

Any insight?

[noitcefrep]

ooh, I didn't know there was a dream interpretation thread.

Do as you see fit, I suppose.

[Angela]

Wow! What do planes and helicopters represent for you -- what aspect of yourself, I mean? For me, they represent freedom and adventure. Whatever it is for you, in what way is that quality or condition wreaking carnage in your life? What is getting gruesomely torn apart inside you?

[noitcefrep]

Originally Posted by Angela

Wow! What do planes and helicopters represent for you -- what aspect of yourself, I mean? For me, they represent freedom and adventure. Whatever it is for you, in what way is that quality or condition wreaking carnage in your life? What is getting gruesomely torn apart inside you?

I don't know if planes and helicopters represent anything for me. I have been feeling lately as though I am going nowhere, merely surviving each day but not excelling. I also feel like I need to get out of my current situation, particularly my job and living conditions. I feel suppressed and limited. In my job, we work in 2-3 houses per day, occupied by the owner. I'm always interested in their bookshelves. What interests them? What do they read? What's inside the minds of the people that live here? It's not part of my job, but it's just something that interests me.

Well the other day, I noticed how I haven't seen a bookshelf in a couple weeks. How strange! But I quickly realized that the bookshelves were in fact still there, but I wasn't looking. My interest was falling and my curiosity was being diluted with the job at hand. This realization sort of shook me out of my narrowing vision, and reinforced that I neeeed to get out.

I don't know if this is related at all, but it is something important that has been nagging at me.

Being sucked into a life without adventure certainly equates a kind of death, in my opinion, but this seems to be a drastic jump to make sense of the dreams. Who knows, perhaps my mind made the leaps

[Angela]

Haha! Post 1111!

Sometimes I think violent dreams are my way of actually encouraging violence -- not real mayhem or destruction in the sense that I should set of a bomb, but in the symbolic sense of stimulating a total violent upheaval in my thinking or in my actions in the world -- making a huge breakthrough in flexibility in a way that feels bold and scary and completely life-changing.

[noitcefrep]

Originally Posted by Angela

Haha! Post 1111!

Sometimes I think violent dreams are my way of actually encouraging violence -- not real mayhem or destruction in the sense that I should set of a bomb, but in the symbolic sense of stimulating a total violent upheaval in my thinking or in my actions in the world -- making a huge breakthrough in flexibility in a way that feels bold and scary and completely life-changing.

This is interesting, and gives me more to think about Thanks for the insight.

And darnit, I should have made a wish!!!!!

[Sain Outre Longfang]

Funny thing about dreaming. The images we see can't come from any other place but our own mind, yet we often see things we have never before seen in our conscious reality. Some say that part of our dreams are attributed to the systematic "sorting" of retained information. This may account for the shifting, subjectless dreams we often have (and quickly forget) but not the lucid and more structured ones that emerge from our subconscious.

My dreams are beyond violent sometimes, but in hind-sight, what my imagination can accomplish is more frightning to me.

....what were you "feeling" during your dream of your first flight? Perhaps that something may go wrong? If so, that reality would indeed manifest it's self more than likely.

[noitcefrep]

Originally Posted by Sain Outre Longfang

Funny thing about dreaming. The images we see can't come from any other place but our own mind, yet we often see things we have never before seen in our conscious reality. Some say that part of our dreams are attributed to the systematic "sorting" of retained information. This may account for the shifting, subjectless dreams we often have (and quickly forget) but not the lucid and more structured ones that emerge from our subconscious.

My dreams are beyond violent sometimes, but in hind-sight, what my imagination can accomplish is more frightning to me.

....what were you "feeling" during your dream of your first flight? Perhaps that something may go wrong? If so, that reality would indeed manifest it's self more than likely.

Just a quick reply as I'm about to call it a day:

It was strange actually, at first when the helicopter hits the person, I remember aknowledging how it was horrible, but my attention was blocking the view / diverting the attention of the people I was with so they wouldn't see it / wouldn't know about it. Like I was trying to protect them from the awful view.But I almost felt like I was responsible for distracting them, like somehow I felt guilty about it.

It was quite weird.