I've been having very vivid dreams lately, and oddly, most of them have involved some kind of violence. Me beating the hell out of people for no good
Last night, however, the clearest part of my dream was intense.
I'm usually pretty good at interpreting dreams, but lately, I haven't been unusually angry in my waking life (I mean, I'm always a little angry in an
"Alex Jones" way, but that's just my personality). I haven't been having fantasies about hurting anyone or anything.
And last night, my dream was pretty epic.
My mother and father, and my fiance, were all in an apartment with me at night time.
This apartment caught on fire.
I helped escort everyone outside, then realized I left something important inside.
My father's shotgun.
In real life, his shotgun is my DREAM gun, but he won't sell it to me for a cheap price, and I often wish I had that gun. It is a beautiful gun.
So, needless to say, with my brilliant dream logic, I thought; Hm. If I go back in there and save his gun from the fire, maybe he'll let me keep
So, like a deranged idiot, I go running back inside.
I find a few of my things (ipod, money, etc) and pocket it, then look around and observe which parts of the apartment are in flames And let me tell
you--this dream was pretty intense.
So intense, I could see where the flames were, where they weren't, and I could feel the heat when I got too close to them. I fared through the flames,
up the stairs, and leaped over the flames.
Strangely, parts of the apartment were beginning to melt (I guess it was made of plastic?
). I was careful not to touch those parts... very
For some reason, as I ventured through the apartment, leaping over flames and dodging collapsed parts of the floor, the further I traveled and the
longer I looked for my dad's room, the more the apartment complex twisted and changed paths like a magic labyrinth.
And I ended up outside. A few times.
Almost like the apartment complex didn't want me to find the gun.
Then, after the third time I ended up outside, I saw my little cousin standing out there, and it dawned on me that other people were in this apartment
complex. I yelled at my cousin to go warn them until he ran off, then I climbed up the melting metal stairs (how does that work?) and back into the
I remember getting out safely again, but I never found the gun.
Then, the dream flashed to me trying on a wedding dress before I woke up.
I'm not a girly girl. And besides that, I'm kinda goth/punk. I only wear black. Seeing myself in white was very bizarre.
The passion and fearlessness in this dream came from the way I felt before I went to bed last night, because I'm planning a week-long survival trip in
the mountains with some friends, and I am EXTREMELY excited about it. I really can't wait to push myself to the edge. And that's how the dream
But the rest of the dream was weird.
And also, the violent dreams I've been having leaves me totally clueless.
I haven't been very angry at all lately, and I'm sure as hell not considering hurting anyone.
Can anyone give me some insight? I'm totally lost.
edit on 1-6-2013 by XxNightAngelusxX because: typo