Somebody else made a dream journal here and it gave me the idea of starting my own. Since I tend to have some bizarre dreams just like the one last night.

So here goes. I can't remember everything about this dream but here's what I can remember.

I would put my left hand in a box of washing detergent and would somehow eat the powder through my left hand. My hand left never had a mouth. It would sort of dissolve through my body and I found this to be addictive despite the fact it was life threatening.

You see everytime I did this, I would upset an old women who had a striking resemblance to the old witch from the Disney film " The Sword in the stone (madam mim). Here's a pic for those who don't know what she looks like.



Anyway, she looked like like that but not cartoony. Turned into a real human. When I eat the powder I would transform into Link from the Zelda games. I would find myself controlling Link though at times I was him. This old woman had transformed herself into a dark pink alligator snapping turtle, but still with her human face with a beak and was trying to eat Link. I was trying to hide him under what sort of looked like half broken plant pots. It was a small room he was trapped in, that was similar to a Zelda boss room in a dungeon.

I could sometimes put my hand through the TV (when I wasn't link) and tried to grab him but everytime I did this I risked getting my fingers bitten off. I tried a few times and failed. I also was concerned because lurking in the shadows was Freddy Krueger and he was trying to take link, which was sometimes me.

Anyway, after a while I would find myself standing back in the kitchen again, and putting my hand back into the box of washing detergent and the same scenario would play itself out, with me turning into Link or controlling him, and risk being eaten by this old women who transforms into an alligator snapping turtle or Freddy Kruger taking me.

After a while it stopped. I was sitting in a classroom, like I was back in school. Sitting across from me was a girl who looked similar, yet in this dream I recognised her from back in my school days. For some reason I noticed her face and she looked very attractive ( outside dreamland I never really saw her as attractive). Then I heard Freddy Krueger's voice. he said this " you are all my children now" and then immediately repeated the same sentence but the second time it sounded like it came from a radio. The room began to shake like an earthquake and I woke up.

I wasn't fearful in this dream. It's just kind of bizarre and I do tend to have weird dreams like this. So I was wondering what it meant if anything.

Also, in a Nightmare on elm street part 2, Freddy does say " you are all my children now", so this is actually taken from what happened in a movie.

Good luck with your dream journal!

I don't know anything at all about dream interpretations, so I probably won't be much help. But I'll give it a shot anyway. It reminds me a bit of the battle between your Id and Ego. Part of you wants to indulge in something (absorbing the detergent). It makes you feel good. Or, in dreamworld terms, turns you into Link. But another part of you feels guilty about indulging in this vice. It may be your conscience punishing you, or rather the old woman trying to catch Link. Freddy Krueger might symbolize outside influences or consequences to your actions.

Thanks for your interpretation Michael the Great. I know you from over on psychforums. I use the name Leviathan over there, so you might have seen me around. I don't post there much lately.

You maybe onto something. I won't go into details over the Internet though I am in therapy, and brought up something recently in a session which sort of fits in with what you're saying. In reality, that wanting to indulge has now gone away. It went a few weeks ago. Maybe subconsciously it's still there though and it was brought out in my dreams.

Freddy Krueger tends to be in a lot of my dreams. So does demons trying to possess me or someone around me. Sometimes I'm trapped in a house which is haunted with no doors or windows, it's dark inside and full of cobwebs. Usually there's a demon and it's trying to posses me or someone I know. I'm not distressed when I wake up. So I consider them dreams not nightmares.

Originally Posted by Lycanthrope

I know you from over on psychforums. I use the name Leviathan over there, so you might have seen me around. I don't post there much lately.

Ah, pleasure seeing you again. I haven't posted there in a while either. I got into a fight with someone here, and that's kept me momentarily preoccupied...

Maybe subconsciously it's still there though and it was brought out in my dreams.

Yes, I was thinking the same thing. I thought I was a more calm and controlled person with the help of therapy and insight, but a closer look at the recurring themes in my dreams indicate that I'm repressing a lot of hostility and a "forbidden aspect of myself"... which I presume to be my inner psychopath... Or at least that's what the internet dream dictionary is leading me to believe. But maybe it should stay in the dreams?

Freddy Krueger tends to be in a lot of my dreams. So does demons trying to possess me or someone around me. Sometimes I'm trapped in a house which is haunted with no doors or windows, it's dark inside and full of cobwebs. Usually there's a demon and it's trying to posses me or someone I know. I'm not distressed when I wake up. So I consider them dreams not nightmares.

I've never had a Freddy dream. But I've had two Jason Voorhees and a Michael Myers dream. And a few Cujo dreams. And one Exorcist dream. Clearly we need to stop watching so much television... Although, I'm a bit more afraid of what my untainted imagination can come up with. I have a feeling it would be much more frightening than anything the television can conjure. If only I can remember my original dream monsters, I could sell the ideas and make a profit... If they're going to torment me during the night, I might as well get paid.

I'm also having trouble remembering my dreams. It's pretty hit and miss for me. Do you know of any ways to remember them better?

Originally Posted by Michael the Great

Ah, pleasure seeing you again. I haven't posted there in a while either. I got into a fight with someone here, and that's kept me momentarily preoccupied...

No fights for me. Just thought I needed a change of scenery. I got bored over there. I'll probably go back after a while.

Yes, I was thinking the same thing. I thought I was a more calm and controlled person with the help of therapy and insight, but a closer look at the recurring themes in my dreams indicate that I'm repressing a lot of hostility and a "forbidden aspect of myself"... which I presume to be my inner psychopath... Or at least that's what the internet dream dictionary is leading me to believe. But maybe it should stay in the dreams?

I see myself as calm and controlled. That's how it has to stay. I found it helped a bit to talk about certain things.

I've never had a Freddy dream. But I've had two Jason Voorhees and a Michael Myers dream. And a few Cujo dreams. And one Exorcist dream. Clearly we need to stop watching so much television... Although, I'm a bit more afraid of what my untainted imagination can come up with. I have a feeling it would be much more frightening than anything the television can conjure. If only I can remember my original dream monsters, I could sell the ideas and make a profit... If they're going to torment me during the night, I might as well get paid.

I had some Jason and Michael myers dreams but not for a long time. Over a year or so. No evil clown dreams since I was 12. No made up monsters either that I can think of.

I'm also having trouble remembering my dreams. It's pretty hit and miss for me. Do you know of any ways to remember them better?

Well one way is to keep a notepad and a pen close by. As soon as you wake up take notes. I find myself forgetting some aspects of a dream in a matter of minutes. The thing is, if you wake up 03:30AM you'll probably just go straight back to sleep. I know I'm too lazy to bother to take notice of my own advice.

Right, so another dream I vaguely remember.

I'm in prison. I don't know why, but I get the impression it's nothing too serious. Anyway you guessed it. Freddy Krueger is in this prison and he's bumping off my fellow inmates. I think he did a couple in their dreams. I never actually see him kill them but I just know it was him. I vaguely recall him confronting me and the front of his shirt is ripped off revealing his chest which is strange. That's it, for some reason I get the impression he is somewhat defeated at least temporarily, though in the back of my mind I suspect he's still around. I have a memory whilst in jail of my old house. This house is in dreamland, not a real life memory. Basically I suspected that house had a room that was haunted. It's a long hallway, and the further down the hallway the darker it is. It's on the left side, there's a room with the door open, and out of this room is a light sort of like the light coming from a TV in a room with no lights on. Accept there's no TV in that room. Me and my family dreaded going into this room. I can't recall what the room looked like but I suspect a demon or Freddy lived in there as a ghost.

Anyway, after that memory I'm back in prison. I buy Freddy gloves off another inmate for about 15 ( can't recall if it's dollars or pounds). I wanted these gloves, but when I put them on (there was two), they seemed fake. The claws were not made of metal, but plastic and couldn't do any damage to anybody and they seemed like a toy. I was told there was a pair of real Freddy gloves. I was shown a vision of what they looked like. There was only one glove for the right hand. The knifes on the glove were made of perfect steal, and with these gloves was a certificate written in gold/yellow on a white background and it was like it was giving a description of these gloves, how they were made, who made them and when they were made. But I couldn't read what it said because although the writing was in English, the print was too small. In my vision it was only a small picure of these gloves with the certificate. These were like souvenir gloves. Like sports memoribilia. Think of a baseball bat and a certificate by a legendary baseball player with a signature and details of his career and then you'll get the idea. This was the only original Freddy glove in the world and I suspect were worn by the real Freddy. They cost 600-620 ( don't know if dollars or pounds). I wanted that glove but was doubtful in obtaining it and expected someone else to snap them up. To me this glove was my equilvalent of the holy grail. I then woke up.

Once again, for me I didn't consider this a nightmare, but an interesting dream nonetheless.

About the 2nd dream. I'd also like to point out there was an element of Freddy perhaps raping these men he killed. Though I couldn't be sure of that.

Now another dream from last night. I was sitting in the backseat of a car. In the front was my father and next to him driving was a man who in real life I don't really get along with after a revelation he made about what he did to someone I know.

Anyway he parks the car outside a shop. He goes inside with my father to buy something. What he was buying I don't know. I get out with them, but realise that I forgot to close the back car door window. Rather then open the car door and wind the window up so it closes, I foolishly stick my head in the car window and try to close it a jar, but wind it up too much and get my head stuck. So my head is stuck inside the car window facing inside the car, and my body is standing outside the car. I try to wind the window down to realise myself but I can't. I'm stuck and a realise the car is beginning to turn around by itself. It's beginning to start up and drive. For someone reason my neck must be tiny because the window is only about an inch or two from closing. I'm shouting " I'm stuck, I can't get out" but nobody comes to help. Think I said something like this a few times before I eventually manage to wind the window down and release myself.

The guy who drove the car, he comes out of the shop and is unimpressed by me. He thinks I'm messing around and tells to " stop ****ing around" or something to that extent. The actual car itself was a red/browny colour. It was daytime and the area was unrecognisable in reality.

That was the dream. I had another dream but can't remember much about it other then that track " Jar of hearts" by Christina Perri was playing. Accept she wasn't singing it. Her's was a cover version and the original was by some other women with red curly hair who I don't recognise in the real world.. Also some other guy song it but in a more classical way.