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Post by melonforthought on Mar 7, 2007 21:54:08 GMT -5
Hey since this thread is called Dream and Experiences - you should check out Carl G. Jung's - Wisdom of the Dream - it is a 3 hour video, and is amazing. Here is some info on him en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Jung
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Post by melonforthought on Mar 8, 2007 15:27:31 GMT -5
The dream I must tell you actually has nothing related to Shannon but it is so vivid in my mind, and so reacuring, and for the most part it is really a spectacular, breathtaking journey, in which so much happens - the trouble of it all is that to share the euphoria, and the sentimentalism, and joy throughout it all would be so hard, but here I will try to convey it as best as I can, cause it is such a awesome thing to share you this dream. ---- Part One ---- In this dream I first must say there is actually a narrator, or a inner voice speaking to me, and the amazing thing about it is when I was younger I used to sleep walk, and my mom always recounts situations where I could do anything in my sleep. I mean I actually recall being told from many people that I was able to walk up flights of stairs, and end up back in my sleep (which sleep walking is another phenomenon). Well in this dream this inneer voice is guiding me (kind of like a personal guide) and throughout this dream he is leading me and his narraton is outstanding its almost an inner sensory of me in which I am not asking questions out loud but rather he is asking them in my mind, and before I even ask them (my questions are all conscious questions in how we get out of this place, how can we get out of this situation), but in this journey he is really not taking me to rough places (not violent or anything - just not asethetically pleasing to me I guess... hahaha)---- First Paragraph---- The first thing I must point out from reading Karl Jung - is that even though I am sleeping, and I am supposed to be subconscious my mind really is not at rest, and I am worried about making it home on time, (all the worldly fears, and desires). Well anyways in this dream all the streets, and everything are the same as in any metropolis city, and here we are walking. Which before I go on I must point out that I am not furious with my interpretor cause I am having a great time, but since we are walking for such a period of time I figure i should get to know him (if you no me well you realize I will ask pretty much any type of question and I am not afraid to tell of myself either), but no budge on this narrators part, and I have no clue what he looks like. Well so fine be that way we will continue walking, and of course this epic saga of twists and turn I find quite unnecessary I mean I actually have known to get bored in my dreams, but here I could have took another means of getting home, well don't get me wrong I am enjoying myself but this is getting a long drawn out process. So then - now this is the amazing part of the dream - this guide starts talking to me out loud, and asking questions that don't need answers things such as Did you not think this life was meant for you, Did you not know that there is people awaiting your arrival - (now my ethos, ego ... what have you is arriving ...woo hoo - which I terribly hate, and in so many ways cause I hope I did not put a spin on my dream out of sheer boredom) Though my inner voice was saying this all in a way that was more in a serious tone of questioning my existence. ---- Second Paragraph---- Thus we now must really go on and tell the story....( I hope this is not hard to read) At about this point of the dream my worldly legs, and beaten down feat are really taking the pain of the road (cause yes it is just a regular city) so now we are on a whole new plane almost on hovercraft floating, yet still at the same speed as we are walking. At about this time my guide is really tantalizing me about how everything is right and divine, and he is seeing the beauty of everything, and I am not at all cause to me its just a regular place, I mean it is the middle of winter from what I recall its some time between sunset, and the snow is mixed with mud, and just the dirtiness of winter in a city, - nothing at all breathtaking or enchanting which you expect when a guide is taking you somewhere. Though I am really digging what he is telling me because though he asks all these personal questions such as existence, he is also agreeing with my heart, and not questioning me at all - which as we go on I start letting lose.. I mean he is my friend I could care less now if he was much a serpent, he at least understands me, and I figure lead me to your house snake, and your family can dine on me.. cause your my new friend...lol Well carry on wayward son, (which that is another amazing part of the trip as soon as I woke up that song was in my head, and I never really interpreted the lyrics, and it is so amazing what they are --- Third Paragraph--- Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher But I flew too high Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man Though my mind could think I still was a mad man I can hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man It surely means that I don't know On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean I set a course for winds of fortune But I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more No
(Carry on) You will always remember (Carry on) Nothing equals the splendor Now your life's no longer empty Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Second Part - Up Next...
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Post by melonforthought on Mar 8, 2007 15:28:27 GMT -5
Here is the second part of the story Now I am walking along very much now in the hands of the serpent...haha (was Kansas really into Satan, cause if they are all I can say is who knew it...hahaha) I hope as I am telling the story I am getting across the point that I am not consumed by the outwardly world it all becomes very unimportant and I continue on now not caring if the journey ends, in fact in away hoping it never does cause I really am enjoying it all now. This guru I must now say is really making me euphorious. (Notice how he elevated from a guide to a guru - even in my dreams arrogance shows up) Here he points out to me everything that I have ever wanted is "here" (wherever here is) Then it sinks into my head that perhaps I was sold some marketing ploy ( I did have ayausca tea before I went to sleep perhaps someone high up in some marketing company figured that since they couldn't get this stuff banned they could put stuff inside to change the ingredients, and then all these ayausca drinkers would go to sleep, and subliminally have this same dream, and forever sell there soul to the rat race and have no escape at all...hahaha) Well on we are going and with the walking there is an intensity of him telling about this home I am too come too. Which neither of us spoke of, but though where he is taking me so out of the ways from where I normally live, it must be a new home. So here we are walking and finally I start looking outside of myself and viewing everything from a first person perspective, and start viewing it in a worldly sense, and I start seeing these amazing things which are so incredible, and unimaginable.First Paragraph The first thing was all these teenagers that are about the same age as me, and I must point out that they are barefoot, and they are quite enjoying getting all muddying up, and of course I start walking along with them which appears to be a backyard of some house. Then they all (now get this - this is what makes the dream so odd and peculiar) is there is a sprinkler but it is in a crack on the side of the house, so here they are all putting there foot in this crack of the house and they are washing there feet while they are sitting down on this grass that totally hovers over them. ----Second Paragraph---- Another idiosyncrasy of this dream is this that a kid I grew up with I never actually got to know, but knew his name, and recall years later over a conversation someone pointing out did you know so and so, and I believe I recall saying no, and them saying oh he had passed away (not even remembering details of how he died). So anyways here I am with this guy and we are down in what appears to be some sort of cellar, and we are looking for something which - the cellar actually appears to be very empty, and there is nothing in here that he could have not found already. Well I recall this guy all grown up now - looking very much like Scott Weiland from STP, and yet he was very shy, timid, and really ashamed of himself. What strikes me first in this dream is this is the first time I see faces, before even the teens and there muddy feet my attention was drawn to there feet, but not here - my attention gravitates to his face; a very cold, distant face. So here we go from one point of looking hard for some unknown thing to a dead standstill where we are just looking with our heads scoured at the ground, completly removed from looking for anything. Now, this is another odd part is at this point we finally acknowledge one another (which I must point out he does first) - How odd is that you go to someones place, a person you can't recall ever seeing before, and just start looking for something never mentioning a word just looking, and looking. I could only interpret this part of the dream as perhaps we are two of a kind people and that we never wanted to disturb one another, and just did our own thing - the unassuming type. Perhaps at some point one of us two wanted to be friends, but never did - though we had a mutual friendship that was not spoken in words, but our hearts were already attached on a spiritual level. ----Third Paragraph----Anyways, he tells me of the splendor of my house which is absolutely odd, and stunning at the same time. There is this weird Aztec architecular design which is so intricate, and elaborate, and yet at the same time so simple in that it is made by terra cotta. (See when I build a house I want my memory to last for thousands of years I want to be one of those houses that has some government authenticated scribe on the wall telling how my house went through so many earthquakes, and tornadoes...Though much simpler than that just a number next to each Supernatural event...hahaha I am an odd one to say the least....hahaha) Anyways this house has the color red for this design and the outside parts are a creamish white color. Yet the house looks to come from some post modern era because of its small domish size, and its simplicity. In fact I recall looking at these new houses, and thinking all these houses are the same, and this house is a home - with so many differences. It has all the touches of what I would want out of a house, and life - just simple and low maintenance. As for the inside I never do go in - perhaps that is for another dream. ----Forth Paragraph----The amazing thing about the dream was as soon as I wanted to keep on walking with the guide he disbandoned me on my arrival to the "Children of the Mud"...lol and as soon as I wanted to get to know the characters - subjects had changed, and minds had shifted. Though I loved the characters the startling part was when I was with this long lost friend I was looking into his shallow eyes, and it was as if his soul was removed. The moment at the beginning of the story where my mind was so in the conscious world, I was finally at the subconscious level, and there was no on to join me. As Jim Morrison says "Like a dog with out a bone, left there out alone" ---- I hope this wasn't too long or boring.
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Post by *Sonya* on Mar 8, 2007 16:17:52 GMT -5
That's a very intense and emotionally charged dream. Usually when I have a dream like this it's difficult to figure out why my mind created it in the first place. I try to pick out the recurring themes and link them to what's going on in my life. Sometimes I think I can figure out what it means and other times I'm clueless. I think there is likely some deeper meaning to your dream, you just need to decipher which parts are important and which are extraneous. Obviously you are looking for something and you know it's there but you haven't seen or realized it yet, so I guess the question would be what exactly are you looking for and how are you going to find it?
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Post by Meredith on Mar 8, 2007 17:47:11 GMT -5
See, that is the kind of dream that I would pay someone to help me figure out, like a dream analysist person....wow! Maybe you could see a hypnotist sometimes they can make you experience a dream over again and help you figure it out.
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Post by ishbell on Mar 8, 2007 21:48:23 GMT -5
I dreamed about Nel recently, she was in a beautiful garden sitting in front of a fence with morning glories climbing all over it. There were butterflies all around her in every conceivable color. She was just sitting quietly watching the butterflies. It was very peaceful.
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Post by *Sonya* on Mar 8, 2007 22:26:26 GMT -5
That's a beautiful dream Ishbell!
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Post by StingingPistol on Mar 9, 2007 3:48:39 GMT -5
Aww Ishbell, that must've been so beautiful!!
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Post by hanna on Mar 9, 2007 19:11:04 GMT -5
I had a dream with Shannon in it for the first time. In the dream I was drinking at one club with my friends and Shannon was there as well. He just stood and watched us smiling. That was weird as I didn't go to talk with him nor did he with me. But it was a good dream!
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Post by 1jigsaw on Mar 10, 2007 3:35:53 GMT -5
Do day dreams count ? if so every time i listen to BM songs, it feel like ive slipped away "to a place no one has known" Dose anybody feel like this? Or am i going mad?
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Post by *Sonya* on Mar 10, 2007 7:51:39 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with a bunch of forum members. It was so cool! I remember there was a party and we called Barbara on the phone in Slovenia and she wanted to come so bad that she ran away from Slovenia and surprised us at the party.
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Post by melonforthought on Mar 10, 2007 8:05:27 GMT -5
Wow!!! Talk about a wild dream... and I think Barbs might just do that if she knows Melons are there #smiliedrunks#
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Post by Lee on Mar 10, 2007 8:10:04 GMT -5
Do day dreams count ? if so every time i listen to BM songs, it feel like ive slipped away "to a place no one has known" Dose anybody feel like this? Or am i going mad? No, you're not the only one
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Post by Marika on Mar 10, 2007 8:44:56 GMT -5
wonderful dreams Melons thanks for litting us know, unfortunately I haven't any dream about Shannon lately, but I really need to have one about him.
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Post by melonforthought on Mar 10, 2007 8:50:51 GMT -5
I was just thinking this the other day now this is a weird insight I have, but could a very arrogant, and brash person have dreams of themselves. Say for instances a Rush Limbaugh, or a Terrel Owens or a Donald Trump. I have watched Carl Jungs 3 hour thing on dreams, and it had nothing about the ego being much attached in the dreams, cause the ego is very much a consciously created part of a person. Though I have dreams like the last one where maybe due to lack of sleep where I am still conscious, and I have a hard time loosening up and getting into the unconscious side. I know of having dreams of euphoria, and excitement, but ego is not there. What do you melons think? Can you dream of how great you are, and all the things attached with an ego
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