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Jun 15, 2009, 09:59 PM
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I've FINALLY come up with a list on how there are certain interesting details about my life that while dreaming I didn't connect the dots, it was pretty easy to trace them back to their roots in my waking life. Because the post is so long, I'll break it down by the paragraphs that make up the dream:
Paragraph 1:
- I've got nothing. Maybe I watch too much TV or something
Paragraph 2:
- Well, if counts I did watch Phineas and Ferd once at my friend's house (he's still in elementary school so it's one of his favorites) while he was enjoying it though..I couldn't get over the fact that one kid's head was shaped like a nacho chip and the others was well...just weird
- As for the Spanish part...I'm in college level Spanish (and while everyone says I'm good and my teacher has some faith that I'm pretty fluent it's still SO frustrating because my Spanish level...while okay considering my level of education has a long way to go before it reaches my level of English)
Paragraph 3:
- My friend, he is about 9 and I'm turning 18 soon. We've been friends since he was 7. He doesn't have many friends, and he has a lot of enemies. Originally, we became friends because I saw a bit of myself in him. Believe it or not I went through a bad apple phase too. I feel a lot stronger and more at peace when I'm around (older) children then I am with adults or my own peers sometimes. He has behavioral issues...to be honest I'm really the only person who he will behave nicely around, he not only cares for me as a friend but he also listens to me and respects me and thankfully because I'm not a family member I don't get the same angry child treatment that they have to put up with a lot of times. It's sad to see him act up so much though and push everyone but me away because I know deep down inside he is one of the sweetest, funniest, energetic kids I know.
- Though I don't remember the room itself, school always seems to play an important role in dreams.
- As a young child, Yellow was one of my favorite colors, and I always my walls to be painted yellow. I seemed to like every shade I found when they asked me what kind, though it usually ended up being pale shades.
- The two blank pieces of paper I interpret as writing your own story. We are both young, we don't know our story quite yet, our pages are still blank as we hold out whole lives ahead of us.
- Upon waking and contemplating this, I think math wasn't about well, math, but short for aftermath. Funny, huh?
- You know the reoccurring character he looks like? The insane/stalker/molester/pedophile/rapist guy. Except older, because his hair was gray instead of black. Still just as creepy though.
- I don't remember what the other two kids looked like, but one of them has a passing resemblance to another character who is in pretty much every dream I have like this one. This character oddly enough looks like a kid version of creepy guy mentioned above, but he is a lot nicer, most often he plays the role of a best friend or even boyfriend...not to mention he looks less like a serpent (that was the best adjective I could think of, I'd say a rodent but that'd be an insult to them!) infact, the only same features not that I think about it are the hair and eye color. Yeah, my dreams are weird like that.
- I'm sure there is something significant in me turning my back on them to go downstairs again with my friend and not trusting strangers who promise things like that, how I can't say...but something about it feels like it should be profound.
Fourth paragraph:
- I don't know, but I get the feeling that this dream is alot more deep then my brain tripping on sleep hormones and that every little detail is seemingly significant so feel free to interpret at will.
Fifth paragraph:
- *see fourth paragraph*
Sixth Paragraph:
- Errr...I think this was trying to add a plotline into a dream where a plot is only vaguely contructed, and less often followed.
Last paragraph:
- I don't know for sure what it's all about, so feel free to interperet. What an interesting question though the more I think about it...where have so many things in my mind gone? Off to plant a garden aparently.
Also on the edits, I keep on finding myself shocked that dream-me was so smart, intuitive, oberservational and analitical. Oh sure, I am these things too, but not to that extent, and I certainly don't think I'd be that way if I were actually in a bizzare and dangerous situation like that.
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