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Just off the top of my head... first, it's hard without seeing your face and hearing your voice. Just from the words along:
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ORIGINAL: Termyn8or
This is a bit strange to me. I am not sure I want to post it because it is so psychological so I might not proof it, I might just hit send, or OK or whatever.
For the past year or so I have been having some very vivid dreams/nightmares. The nighmares do not bother me much just because of my psychological makeup. But I find them interesting.
One was many months ago. I dreampt that a being, that looked somewhat like a locust flew into my house, and transformed itself into a Woman, eventually. Our discussion revealed that it had no gender and was a shapeshifter. It decided to be with me, and vice versa. I could tell noone my secret, that my olady was from another planet, a planet which was unkown to her or me. That wasn't a nightmare, and in fact maybe none of them were.
You don't trust women currently. You aren't ready to give, and you are afraid of wht will be taken from you.
Now of course after my Father's death in 2009 I dreampt of him still being alive, and I guess that is natural. Some of those were good, others not so good. We had conflicts just like in life, but unlike the ones in life I never considered killing him. In life he was one of the most obnoxious people you could ever meet. One time (at the shop) we leveled guns at each other, and it was understood that we were going to pull the trigger, we did, but we both sent the bullets up through the roof. At that point we decided not to be enemies anymore. In the dreams he was not his old self, he was a younger self, formidable and strong. And not taking any shit.
Typical alpha male struggle. Add the twist of death - you were dealing with his death. I won't go into motivations or any deeper thoughts because this one needs more info.
More recently I have had a few dreams of my Uncle. He was a financial genius and I don't fucking care what anyone says, we called him the Jew of the family. For a time everything he touched turned to gold, like Midas or something. He made some seriously shrewd deals that enhanced the wealth of the entire family, partly because he had to spread it around or have to answer too many questions. Ask me about the IBM stock and how he got it. That was before he was an executive at Ford Motor Company. He was no dummy.
Well in this later dream I was with him, but in the past. I remember that we did something and got the money, made a profit. We parted ways and since I was myself, I was out of time. I couldn't go home, because if I showed up to my former self it would fuck everything up. I looked at my wallet and the money says like 1989 on it, but it is the year about 1970 or so, I thought, I really had nowhere to go, absolutely nothing. Even my skills were not all that valuable - YET. Sure I could get a job, with no diploma, I mean when your birth certificate says you are ten years old, they are not going to believe that you are a Harvard graduate.
But in the end my Uncle left me to fend for myself. He didn't want me around him or his little family. I sensed that it was because I was out of time with what was going on, but one can never be sure. This indicates to me that he was selfish. The remaining siblings will confirm that he was the greediest of all. (no he didn't kill them, I think)
Individuation, wanting to grow up.
Now in this last one it was different. I was in their house, he and his olady. I stayed there for a time. If it's another dream it IS connected somehow. We came to my house now, but years ago. Many years ago. He dropped me off.
I went inside and was greeted by some Women. They seemed to want to please me like they had a shortage of Men or something, but they were easy on the eyes and not too fat or anything. One was the leader. She tended to me the most.
Now get this. This was in my own house, but many years before I bought it. (we) But I was used to that and wasn't doing too bad. I thought; YES I THINK I CAN LIVE WITH THIS.
Alpha male - you want to succeed, surpass your uncle.
The other dream concerning my Uncle involved cars, he threw me some cash and we drove away in different directions. This time was different, and of course he was not there. His olady produced this crystal and started spinning it. I suddenly found myself in 1971, but as an adult. In reality, I was 11 years old in 1971. How do you deal with that ?
Now, stick with me for a short here please. In the last dream, and at least one other, I really got into it. I mean I thought it was reality. When I was transported back in time I thought to myself "WOW, it really IS possible" and shit like that.
When my psyche accepted that it was possible, as in the other dreams in different ways, I had a physiological response IN THE DREAM. This took the form of convulsions(sp) of either the jaw or the hands. Depending on the given situation, either my hands would start to shake very violently if they droped anywhere near my pubic region. I other dreams my jaw would osculate at a rate I could never consiously cause.
DO I really have to explain this?
These things woke me up. But I do remember a good part of the dreams/nightmares. And one time I dreampt of having a neadache. That a muscle towards the back of my neck tightened up involuntarily and it caused exterme pain. But when I woke up it was gone, and has NEVER occurred. I do not remember what I was dtreaming at that particular time.
It is said that dreams are a way for your subconcious to contact you concious mind. I believe that. What is it doing ?
You really did have a headache. It wasn't huge, but it was there.
There is one seemingly common occurrence, the shakes. It seems to be in my jaw or my hands. That is pretty much at the point when I wake up. Is it telling me that my basic instinct is right, and not to allow myself into holes dug for me ? Or is it telling me that I am wrong, and fucking up ?
I do not believe "in" anything at all. I believe that there is nothing supernatural at all. I believe that there is something after death, but nobody can tell you what it is. I also believe that death is a release. One that we are forbidden to take until the time is right. If there is a hell, I doubt it is as bad as they say. That would be bullshit. So none of that bullshit even has an entry in my psyche, not to mention the fact that I was raised totally without religion.
When I start believeing the dream is real, my psyche wakes me up.
What does that mean?
You might want to see a doctor. Yes, I'm serious. The whole shakes thing makes me wonder what is happening in your brain - if anything.
You don't remember dreams unless you wake up. You aren't sleeping well if you are frequently remembering your dreams.
T^T
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