No. 550 [Reply]
Hey, I'm >>316
I had two nightmares in a semi-coherent stream.
The first dream felt around four hours long, with the first three being many quick vignettes of very stressful situations. The final hour placed me in a mountainous desert, very similar to parts of New Mexico's Florida Mountains. After walking though very familiar desert I found myself in a flat pine barren filled with dead or dying trees, and a ground covered in loose dust. The dead trees gave way to dark green trees, and later more uneven ground, leaving me in a forest similar to Gila National Park in New Mexico.
As usual in my dreams, this atmosphere was retained when my stream of consciousness was suddenly placed on a black asphalt road in what struck me as the same forest. I was standing near a shiny black and chrome object that I recognized as a car, then a figure inside the object noticed me and drove away. "Noticing" me included implanting the outcome of a statement in my head, which I understood as the figure leaving me there for something or someone it knows. The road ahead me turned softly into the trees, and a smaller road the size of a sidewalk extended perpendicular to the wider road. I walked down the smaller road, which was suddenly rain-slick without it having rained. It felt very cold and humid. To my either side were two rows of trees placed equidistant from each other, with the second row placed between and slightly beyond the inner row, creating a staggered formation concealing the fields beyond them.
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From my right side came two figures from the trees. One was a five or so foot figure slightly shorter than me, with a hunched back and ears like pitcher plants. He had someone/thing else with him; a "man" with a short, fat torso, and limbs that seemed atrophied dangling where you'd expect limbs to be. I could not see a head, only a black stump of burned flesh where one would be. He was dragged by his cohort by a rope tied across his fat chest. The hunched creature said they were paid to "deal with me", whatever that meant. I was stricken with paralysis and fell to the ground, then I woke up immediately.
Once awake, I splashed my face with water, drank some, and had a piece of French bread before returning to sleep. I was far too tired to go about my day.
The second dream was again, many quick vignettes of terribly uneasy memories. It felt around six hours total, with the final thirty minutes being back in the forest with the two creatures, just before I left them. I was walking down the small road again in a replay of my last dream. The same pitcher-eared creature walked up to me, dragging the other one behind him. He approached me in a much calmer fashion than before, getting close enough for me to see how terribly painful their physical afflictions must be. Here I realized that they were once something else. The pitcher-eared one said that they were paid more to protect me, and that someone outbid their services. They spoke as if knowing where we left off, and that we were going through the motions identically.
I woke up just as tired as I was, and didn't go back to sleep. The second dream had only been three hours.
I need to find a way to calm down my dreams. I'm so tired all the time.
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That's all of it. Here's a good picture of pine barrens similar to those I walked through.
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a wandering dream
with outside unknown actors deciding whether you live or die
at the hands of seemingly monstrous others
but upon second inspection you realize they are in pain and may or may not have another choice of how to live
I typically interpret dreams by taking them back one or two levels of abstraction. Yours, while undoubtedly very personal and very emotional, is also somewhat understandable considering your condition.
Not that I "understand how you feel" because I absolutely do not, but I may have touched on a core "message" of the dream, if you believe them to have meaning, which I tend to do, because I often learn something about myself in the process of interpreting them.