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Posted on January 16th, 2007 by JonathanLIVE.
Categories: Dreams.
Last night yet another dream visited me. This one in greater detail, and with more twists and turns than any of the previously strange dreams I have been having.
It started off with me owning a jet. Not just a commercial jet, it was some kind of fighter, like an F-16, grey, but with the capacity to seat 5. I was in a dark place, a very dark place that was big… big walls, high ceilings and was very wealthy. I had to get out of there, and so got into the jet. Strangely enough, my father was the only other one with me and was at the controls. Some kind of characters were coming after us to stop us. My father has always been the slow and cautious type when it came to driving, so no surprise that in my dream he was taking his sweat time taking off. I was somehow at the back end of the jet like at the open end of a truck as I was fighting off these characters trying to stop us. The run way to take off was not straight, but curved everywhere, as the situation worsened with my fight against these characters at the back, my father actually did speed up and was handling the curves in the roads rather well. Several times I thought we would tip over being in a jet and all.
Finally we took off and left behind some of those things we fought on the ground. The battle didn’t end there though. One more appeared and was able to fly as well. He was comical, and cute, in a sort of washed out stupid way. He kept throwing play balls at me that were actually bombs which I kept throwing out before they could go off. At one point he made his way onto the jet and I somehow started to talk to him, tried to reason with him, and for a few moments he let his guard down. That’s when I kicked his ass off the jet said so-long!
When we landed, I received word that someone very special to me died. She was someone whom I planned to spend the rest of my life with. So I guess I should say someone most important to me. Anyhow, when I received word of this, I was not sad. Somehow, I knew that it meant she had made progress.
While walking out of a building which for some reason reminds me of elementary school, I was talking to this girl who also owned a jet. This girl looked like a girl I knew from 4-5 years ago who was very hung up on worldly possessions, ‘keeping up with the joneses‘ etc. She was blond with blue eyes, and very sophisticated looking and attractive as I recall. In my dream she was wearing business attire that included a tight skirt to the knees and a business coat. As we walked she talked about the terrible situation she was in because she did not have the outfit she wanted to wear to the wake for the person who just died. I suggested that when she got to LA (which was her destination) that she should just buy her outfits again. She thought that was a fabulous idea. We were about to head off when she asked me if I would be joining her in LA. I said no, I am not going in that direction.
Rather than fly the jet most of the time, I found myself driving it on the roads of my city
haha… but I arrived at home. I found everything to be cluttered, like when you have those spring cleanups and everything that was put away is now all over the place to either be sorted or trashed? Like that… I came into my room where strangely enough there was a baby crib there. Among all the clutter I saw a laptop. A message appeared in an ICQ instant message window. It was her. The one whom I was told has died.
She sent me a messages via ICQ tell me all about how she has been making progress. How some of what she had been through was difficult, but she has gotten past much of it now and sees her journey ending soon. She said that very shortly she will be seeing me. I was not surprised by seeing that she was not dead as everyone had reported her to be, while at the same time was happy to see the news of her pending arrival.
That was it. There is meaning to this dream. Though I don’t think it was something which was of meaning to myself, but more so to the one whom I refer to. The starting out in the dark place, the characters fighting to keep from leaving, the jet to take flight from the world into heaven, the death and rebirth… the connection to me… it seemed like this dream was just a glimpse to show me things to come in a metaphorical sense.
DreamsPosted on January 15th, 2007 by JonathanLIVE.
Categories: Dreams.
Last night I had a blast from the past in my dream. I don’t normally have dreams from my time at high school. One character I recall from the dream was Monica. There was a huge dance going on, and for some reason, rather than everyone just dancing everywhere, they were all like dancing in unison… not like from some bad 80s movie… but like… boring soldiers.
Monica was this tall blond model who I was friends with… we had a little crush on each other for a while, but me being the dumbass I was in high school, I never made any serious moves beyond calling her a few times. She was really quite a character. I first met her when doing some 24 hours starvation thing to raise money for some charity.. can’t recall now. The high school allows those participating the sleep over at the high school through the night and provide juice boxes. She of course showed up standing 6′ tall with a single piece pjs… you know.. the kind babies wear… pigtails, and looking as cute as you could imagine. Somehow we hit it off, she ended up in my sociology class, and that’s all I recall about that.
ANYWAYS… in the dream.. we were dancing, and I was telling her how the whole dance was so lame because nobody was dancing to have fun. Later I recall us leaving and she brought me to a circle of her girlfriends and I was just telling jokes and everyone was standing around laughing… it was the only part of the night where it seemed like anybody was having a good time.
That was it… I wonder why I’m having these strange dreams recently/suddenly.
Posted on January 13th, 2007 by JonathanLIVE.
Categories: Dreams.
Last night I had a dream similar to dreams I have had in the past. I haven’t posted them on the new version of this site again yet… but essentially for many years I have had a dream similar to the end of the world, and me being the last one left. I usually have one girl with me whom I am also trying to save… in the course of the dreams I am often the one everyone is after, but they never manage to get me, while I am trying to get away to somewhere where I can warn everyone about what is happening. The dreams always end with me leaving the place where all these walking dead people are destroying everything.
Anyways.. last night I had that dream again. I recall being with a small group of people and we were trying to find our way out of a building filled with these living dead people who were seeing to get a hold of us and turn us into them basically. One by one each member got pegged off until it was just me, who managed to get out of the building. Once in the street I was in a big city with very big buildings everywhere. I made my way to an office buildng where Bell was located. I knew that if I got there, I could send a message out to the rest of the world and warn them of what is coming. Going into the building the workers there seemed oblivious and disbelieving of what I told them. Regardless, I franticly made my way up to the the top of the building where the communications center was. As I made my way, I saw workers changing from their oblivious into living dead also.. following me like a wave, but again, not reaching me.
It’s been a long time since I had one of these dreams like this.. years.. I never really understood why I always had this dream of being the last of the living on earth. Different variations of vampires, werewolves, zombies, and walking skelletons in a setting of Armageddon where everything is quite literally going to hell. I know yesterday wasn’t anything particularly unusual, so I am left wondering why after years I am suddenly having this dream again.
Perhaps it’s a sign of change.
Posted on January 6th, 2007 by JonathanLIVE.
Categories: Dreams.
Was just doing a little clean up and I came across some photos that I found not to long ago that I really liked. This was the image of my dream home for a long time. I don’t know if I would necessarily consider it still my dream home. I would like to have a it as one of my homes one day… perhaps more like a resort house… but thats about it. The more I think about it, I really don’t seem to have a ‘dream home’ as most people do. I seem more concerned with the people and activities that would make up that home more than the structure itself.
Nonethelsss.. these pretty photos I am sure could inspire others with what might be possible.