Shadowfiend23 @ Wrocław

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Last night (Oct 2), I had a startling dream. It was one of the rare dreams where I attempt to invoke my lucid dream abilities and not only do they not work, but my dream actually reacts to my attempt to control what is happening. In other words, it is a dream that is about lucid dreaming – a meta lucid dreaming dream.

In my dream, I begin in an arena with two wild dogs. I believe that I am a gladiator and that I am supposed to slay the dogs to appease a crowd consisting of post-apocalyptic survivors. One of the dogs was relatively unimportant, staying in the back of the arena and posing no threat. But the other smaller dog was barking like a hell-spawn and frothing at the mouth. I activated my lucid dream powers and starting flying above the arena, out of the reach of the mad dog. As I brushed up against the roof, the dog chomped clear through part of his tongue, and blood gushed, gushed, gushed. I knew that if I continued to float out of harm’s way I could ride out the rest of the dream, but I felt something compel me to float back down to the dog’s reach. Just as I passed within inches of the dog, he jumped up and bit my foot. Everything went dark for a moment, and I felt myself being transported to a different part of the building. In the new room, I was told that I had contracted the dog’s disease (it didn’t have a name) and that the only way to combat it was to kill the dog. I was relieved because I knew that with my lucid dream powers, killing it would be a snap. I thus made myself immaterial and began floating up through the room’s ceiling back to the arena. But just as I was passing through the ceiling, I was yanked back down to the ground and was made corporeal once more. I felt a voice within me saying that my lucid dream abilities wouldn’t cut it this time and that I needed to redeem myself through hard work and good intent. I nodded my head in agreement and dashed out the door to find the dog. Then the dream ended.

Now, as I said in the preamble to the post, I believe that this dream is profound. I have some ideas for what it could mean, but here is what I find evident: the dog biting off his tongue represents my difficulties speaking French, and my inability to lucid dream properly represents that I realize that only hard work will bring me fluency.

Normally, I find dream interpretations dubious because I don’t see why any dream needs to be significant a priori, but I think that given my circumstances, the aforementioned interpretation seems a bit obvious. But in any case, you’ve heard what I have to say.

I actually had a second dream last night that I found powerful enough to recount. In the dream, I was in the backyard at my mom’s house, out where the dudley docker has been for a while now. But instead of the dudley docker, a gazebo was planted squarely between the trees and the swamp. I began the dream right in front of the gazebo with the knowledge that a killer (who was in the middle of attacking my family) was waiting for me inside. I ran inside and found myself overcome with primal, volcanic, murderous rage at this man. I picked up a rock and started beating the man’s face in. Or at least that’s what I was trying to do. After several “lethal strikes”, the man had mere scratches across his face. He scowled and told me, “That is not the way to go about anything in this world.” Then, there was a flash and everything changed. The room was now empty save for a ghostly, icy, frosty  mist trail that snaked through the room. I realized that I was a cold breeze and that if I released myself and flew with the trail, I would be carried to where I needed to go. I embraced the cold and started to flow through the mist. I tunneled through a variety of rooms, but most of them seemed in stark contrast to my current state – they seemed bright and warm. But this wasn’t a negative dichotomy – both extremes seemed comfortable and cozy. I ended up in a secret room of my mom’s house, but just as I arrived at it I awoke. Oh well.

My only comment on this dream is that it seems to be a strangely literal representation of my love for snow and the cold. Weird.