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Post by muirrin on Apr 25, 2006 7:34:45 GMT -5
Ever had any dreams that still traumatise you years later? Here's mine from a couple of years ago, directly copied and pasted from a conversation with Alth who suggested posting it here, I added the question to make it more discussion-based rather than just me To start off with, these guys in sunnies kept following me... then they started chasing me cos I saw the guns... I ran through my old pre-school and through the oval adjacent to it... and when I nearly reached the fence they shot it in the hand, she was bawling and bleeding and I was screaming and crying and even though the ambulance station was practically across the road by the time I got there she was dead. Any suggestions? It's so close to home (the fear of losing a loved one) that I can't think of anything
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Post by muirrin on Apr 25, 2006 9:38:28 GMT -5
Oh, I didn't really make it clear. The dream itself never recurred, but it still freaks me out whenever I think about it or stumble across it in my dream journal. I guess it pretty much amounts to the same thing, though. Thanks for the advice and the luck
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Post by muirrin on Apr 25, 2006 10:26:45 GMT -5
Nope. Never had a kid, never watched anyone die (apart from on TV), only seen a gun in real life from a distance when Dad had to kill a snake that was becoming a bit of a danger to us. Although I had been to that pre-school quite a few times in my life, because I went there, my younger sister went there two years later, and then the twins went there for two years when they were 4/5.
I do, however, tend to think of myself as half-mother, half-sister when it comes to the twins (they're almost 9 years younger than me and I helped raise them from birth) and can "mother" people close to me. Could it be connected to that?
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Post by Sáille on Apr 25, 2006 14:29:31 GMT -5
The only traumatic dream I can recall was a series of dreams... every time I got a bit further in it...
I was in a dark hallway with many locked doors on both sides. Nearly everything was black and only I seemed to be giving off a form of light. I ran through the hallway because I was being chased by something (never knew what it was though) and tried to open the doors. Every time I had touched three doors I woke up. When I finally neared the end of the hallway, the thing I was running from devoured me.
I have some clue about what it means to me, but I want to know what you make of it.
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Post by muirrin on Apr 25, 2006 20:12:17 GMT -5
Remember how many nights it came? Cos there's the three again. And it's a pretty definite end of something, with the thingy eating you at the end of the hall. That's all I can really come up with atm, need to pick up some skills in dream-interpreting (along with a life, 'cept they stopped selling those at the supermarket!)
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