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| Dream Analysis: Head Racket |
Posted by
SindelChaos on Monday, August 12, 2002 - 03:33 PM PST
A couple of nights ago I had this really disturbing dream. Some of you may see this as just another dream but personally, it scared the hell out me. I don't know what this dream means or if it even has meaning, but if anyone has any ideas about it I would like to hear it. Here it is:
It was a nice afternoon my mom, Laura(deceased sister), Tasha(trasha on shmeng), Bill(moms bf), and me were sitting in the living room. No one was talking. Then all of a sudden mom says "Let's go to the store and shop for school!"
Everyone loved the idea except me so I said I would stay behind. I figured they would just go to Wal-Mart so I didn't think they would be gone too long. I waited and waited. It got dark and I started freaking out because I was home alone. Finally, they came home.
Laura and Tasha came in first. They were talking. Laura said to Tasha, " Yeah, Mom won't let me have that operation. I heard this and said. " What operation?" She looked at me like I was this giant bug that landed in her cereal and said, "Those pants." I thought what the hell is she talking about. So I said, "Don't look at me like I'm an idiot what the hell are you talking about?"
This time she said,"Those roll up pants."
"Don't tell me that you want to tattoo those pants to your legs because that would look fucking retarded!" is all I could really say because I still had no idea what she meant so I tried changing the subject.
"So what did you guys get?"
"Mom, spent way too much money on you"
"On ME? I bought MY school clothes with MY own money that why I didn't go." I was very offended.
Mom then came in and threw a bunch of bags on the floor. One bag being from Gap I realized they had went to the mall. I looked in the bag and saw 3 tommy hilfiger tank tops and a pair of gap khakies. (Why were there tommy clothes in a Gap bag I don't know)
I then asked Mom, "Whose are these?"
"They're Laura's."
"Here I picked you up something."
She throws me a Wal-Mart bag from one of the many bags in the floor. There are four pairs of shit green shirts that I already had the same one and a pair of jeans. I looked utterly disgusted. She bought Laura clothes from the mall , but she had to buy me clothes from Wal-Mart? I realized I was naked and went into my room to get some clothes. Laura followed me in there and she said to Tasha, "I'm going to move all her shit out of this room I swear. I turned around and said, " So you can have YOUR room back? It's not my fucking fault you died and came back!" By that time I had made my way to the doorway of the living room. Mom and Bill were just looking up at me with their mouths open. She said, "Dear have you been talking in your sleep?" I looked back in the room and saw no one where Tasha and Laura were standing. I sorta stopped and turned my head towards them. Then I just started bawling.
I woke up halfway in this dream and noticed that I was in my sister's room....somewhere i didn't want to be so I got up and went in the living room where I fell back asleep
Mom had left the house for some reason and these preppy girls came over. These were girls who in middle school made fun of me. This girl came in and just started moving my computer around the room. I was thinking what the hell is going on? The other girl comes in and starts hitting on me. She says to me, "Do you want to go in your room." I looked scared of it. I answered quickly "No, I'm going to go take a shower. I go into my mom's bathroom there are two doors one going in from the kitchen and one going in from Mom's bedroom. I see my friend, Brittney playing bass in my mom's bedroom. I scream and run back to my room. Brittney is in my room sitting on my bed. I ask her, "Were you playing bass in my mom's room?"
"No, I don't even have my bass with me."
So I go back in the bathroom. Brittney wasn't there, but two other girls were. Brittney's big sister and an annoying girl from my school. They tell me to come to them so I do. They show me all these adult toys and ask me if we should try them out. The annoying chick started eyeing me. I said, "Uh no, I have my own toys." I went back into my room sorta freaked out. I started talking to Brittney when I realized, all my furniture was gone from my room. Brittney wasn't in there anymore. So I go to run to the open door and it slams shut. I back away and I feel something poke me in the ribs. I didn't know what it was because I couldn't see anything in the room except me, windows, and carpet. The next thing I know something flings me across the room and I hit a window. It starts beating me across the the head and all over my body. Blood starts spurting out of my mouth and all I can scream is, "It's not my fault. It's not my fault!" Over and over until suddenly it stops. The next thing I know the door opens and I run out of the house. The outside of my house totally changes. So I start running and I see two cars my dad's old volvo that we had hauled off years ago and Bill's old blue car. I see people moving in the cars. So I run as fast as I can to get away. The next thing I know I'm running on my neighbors property. He's an old man and he starts chasing me yelling, "Get off my property!" There are two holes in the ground one has cow crap mixed with water in it with boards over the top of it. He chases me over it and ends up falling in it. He ends up throwing shit at me. So I get in the other hole which is filled with water and wash off. By that time he's out of the shit and we continue our chase. I find two barbwire fences with a gap between them so I can run down this path. The old man is behind me shouting. The path stops at this tree the barbwire just wraps around it, there is nowhere else to go. So I start telling the old man to calm down and I was just passing through there is no need to be offended or be alarmed. He then calms down and asks me, "Did you see that movie with that black man in it? I think it was called "Valentine." Then this ghost-like person appears beside him and says," I did and I thought it was adorable." They both start laughing and I start running again.
That is when the dream got too outragous for me and I woke up completely. Like I said before this dream could mean absolutely nothing. It personally scared the hell out of me so if you have any ideas please tell me.
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Re: Head Racket
by Meranda_Jade (Meranda@mymind.com)
on Aug 12, 2002 - 06:06 PM
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I think in a way, you feel partly responsible for your sister's death. And you think maybe she's jealous of you for being alive and having your mom's attention, and having the success you do.
You think maybe girls you go to school with are jealous of you too, and I think you may have a care about your reputation, which is why throughout the dream, you're obsessed with cleanliness. You think there is a threat to your reputation, that's what the old man throwing cow dung at you was... and it was more important to stop there and clean it off than to run from the apparant danger. I think that overall it's stress associated with returning to school, and having to face what people may be thinking about you. It's probably not that big a deal, and not something you can't handle... I think you need to work out your feelings about your sister, though...
disclaimer: this is only my interpretation based on what I had to work with. I could be full of shit. Take it as you will....
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Re: Head Racket
by dead-cell (Tarant-zero@nandomail.com)
on Aug 13, 2002 - 11:47 AM
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I for the most part agree with Meranda_Jade, you seem to have an issue with your deceased sister. You describe her as a ghost, and in other parts you describe ghostly phenomenon. As much as I can tell you possibly have a deep seeded guilt over her death, but I could be wrong; I am not you. As far as that movie thing "The Caveman's Valentine" is all I can think of.
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Re: Head Racket
by firefly7 on Aug 13, 2002 - 02:29 PM
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Depending on how you take your dreams it could be something or nothing. Sounds kinda freaky to me... but then again last night I dreamed that I was pregant, living at a girlscout camp, and watching people force fish to mate...
So, again, it depends on how you take it.
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