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HappyLady
March 4th, 2005, 05:30 AM
Sometimes our dreams can provide great ideas for stories. Sometimes understanding our dreams can help provide creative insight, as well. I thought this might make a good creative thread.

Post any interesting dreams you had. Maybe others can analyze them or they can at least be little creative works in the making. For example, here is a dream I had last night.

I was living in a dilapidated city I've never been in. I was the age I am now in the present and I was very poor. I was riding a bicycle to the grocery store and I had the money in a pouch on the left handlebar. (This was common place to put the money in the dream as many people did this.) There was a block of thugs that I had to pass and as I drove past them, a group of three shady white men came out and grabbed the money from the pouch. They didn't hurt me or anything. Just took my money. It was twenty dollars. I was upset, but helpless. I kept driving down the block and noticed another group of thieves one black guy with three black girls and another group that I don't recall and only know it was there.

I went through the process again, as I needed to get food for my kids. I was robbed again by the same men. This time, I got off my bike and begged them to give me my money back so I could feed my children. The leader of the three men reached into his pocket, pulled all of his money out and gave it to me. The other two men laughed and part of me wanted to believe he was being genuine, but most of me knew I couldn't trust it.

Needing the money desperately, I started off on foot, quickly walking, but the men followed me. I turned into a building to hide and they managed to get in front of me and grabbed me. Two of the men held me down, while the other one tickled my armpit. (Quit laughing! I think this was really a rape of some kind and tickling me was the way my brain could handle it.) It was one of those unending tickles that is painful and you JUST WANT IT TO STOP! I tried to pinch the man as it was the only part of me that was free, but I just couldn't get a good grip. The tickling was suffocating. I just wanted to TURN OFF so it wouldn't hurt anymore.

And I did. The dream jumped to me being free and I was walking down the street where all these thugs were. I decided to get revenge and called the police to tell them what was happening with these people robbing innocent bypassers of their pouches of money. The thugs all scrambled into a building up some stairs into a room to hide from the cops. There were about fifteen thugs all total, the three men were not among them, though. They were mostly from the two other groups of people. I burst into the room with an overweight black police officer beside me. The thugs were all hovering along one wall. Having little confidence in his ability to control the fifteen thugs, I immediately pulled his gun from the cop's holster. (In retrospect, I think this was my plan all along, because I knew I'd need a weapon and that the cop would be my best chance of getting one.)

Everyone paused a moment, as if they were wondering who I was going to point it at or what I was going to do next. I cocked it (which I've done twice in my life) and I thought about pointing it at the cop thinking I could kill him and pin it on the main thug. Killing a cop would be a much worse rap than stealing some money. The main thug was holding a gun, just waiting for me to make a move. He had two women standing on either side of him. One was his girlfriend. I decided to point it at the main thug, a black guy, and I said "Surprise, surprise, I know who you are." I told him to collect all of the money from everyone in the room and give it to me. One of the other guys made the comment, "She's a smart girl!" as if he was suprised by my resourcefulness to take the cops gun to get all the money. Once I had all the money, I told everyone to sit down and shut up and that no one was to leave the room. Just before I ran out of the room, I grabbed the main thugs gun and tossed it to the cop.

I ran as fast as I could over to a parking lot, and jumped into a silver Grand Am that had the keys in the car. (How convenient. I leave my keys in my car all the time...but I live in the middle of nowhere.) There were two key holes on the steering column and I was fumbling to figure out which one made the car start. As I was doing this, one of the black girls that had been with the main thug came up to the car. (It was her car.) She managed to push me over and get in the driver's seat. I struggled, but she kept assuring me she was on my side. I didn't really want to be a car thief, I just wanted my money back, so I let her in, and she started driving. I trusted her mostly, but a part of me did not.

The scene then jumped to one of the the main thug's girlfriend laughing to her boyfriend, and saying, "Don't you worry, we've got her now."

And then I woke up.

If anyone wants to take a stab at analyzing, feel free. I have my own guess, but then, I know me. Any other comments or your own dream contributions are welcomed, as well!

Snoop
March 4th, 2005, 07:05 AM
Here's my analysis:

I was living in a dilapidated city I've never been in. I was the age I am now in the present and I was very poor - this means you have worries about your financial stability. The dilapidated city is the coal town where you grew up.


There was a block of thugs that I had to pass and as I drove past them, a group of three shady white men came out and grabbed the money from the pouch. They didn't hurt me or anything. Just took my money. It was twenty dollars. I was upset, but helpless. - This is a normal fear when you are broke - you will become even MORE broke.


I went through the process again, as I needed to get food for my kids. I was robbed again by the same men. This time, I got off my bike and begged them to give me my money back so I could feed my children. The leader of the three men reached into his pocket, pulled all of his money out and gave it to me. The other two men laughed and part of me wanted to believe he was being genuine, but most of me knew I couldn't trust it. - The laughter was coming from your inner self; we often use laughter as a safety net when faced with excess stress.


Needing the money desperately, I started off on foot, quickly walking, but the men followed me. I turned into a building to hide and they managed to get in front of me and grabbed me. Two of the men held me down, while the other one tickled my armpit. - Again, the need to laugh.


I tried to pinch the man as it was the only part of me that was free, but I just couldn't get a good grip. The tickling was suffocating. I just wanted to TURN OFF so it wouldn't hurt anymore. - A natural reaction, but pinching? You may need to take classes in self defense.


Everyone paused a moment, as if they were wondering who I was going to point it at or what I was going to do next. I cocked it (which I've done twice in my life) and I thought about pointing it at the cop thinking I could kill him and pin it on the main thug. Killing a cop would be a much worse rap than stealing some money. - How anyone can be so devious in a dream is beyond me. I can only deduce that you were about to awake and your conscious mind was taking over.
The main thug was holding a gun, just waiting for me to make a move. ... Just before I ran out of the room, I grabbed the main thugs gun and tossed it to the cop.
- Why didn't you toss the cops gun back to him? You kept his gun?


There were two key holes on the steering column and I was fumbling to figure out which one made the car start. - This one has me stumped. Maybe a moment of confusion is that moment when you reaching the end of the dream and your thoughts become jumbled.

And then I woke up. - Yep, I was right.

All in all an interesting dream with roots in reality. You are a very stable person who strives to make order out of chaos. :D

Snoop
March 4th, 2005, 07:09 AM
Beautiful Dreamer
Words and Music By: Stephen C. Foster
Copyright Unknown

Beautiful dreamer,
Wake unto me
Starlight and dewdrops
Are awaiting thee

Sounds of the rude world
Heard in the day
Led by the moonlight
Have all passed away

Beautiful dreamer,
Queen of my song
List' while I woo thee
With soft melody

Gone are the cares of
Life's busy throng
Beautiful dreamer
Awake unto me
Beautiful dreamer,
Awake unto me

I used to play this song on my alto sax. I'm sure a few neighbors have committed suicide as a result.

HappyLady
March 4th, 2005, 07:38 AM
this means you have worries about your financial stability. The dilapidated city is the coal town where you grew up.

haha. this may be true. except how do i explain all the black people then? they weren't "allowed" to live in that coal town where i grew up. lol. you are right...finances are a problem right now.


This is a normal fear when you are broke - you will become even MORE broke.

This is a possible explanation.


The laughter was coming from your inner self; we often use laughter as a safety net when faced with excess stress.

- Again, the need to laugh.

I'm not so sure. The tickling hurt like hell. It wasn't one of those fun ticklings. It was more like a violation than anything.


A natural reaction, but pinching? You may need to take classes in self defense.

LOL. Maybe I should have provided more detail. I was completely held down by the other two guys, my arms and legs were immobilized. The only thing I could touch was with my left hand and it was the guy's arm who was tickling me. Pinching him was truly the ONLY thing I could do being restrained as I was.


How anyone can be so devious in a dream is beyond me.

Come spend some time in my dreams. It's an adventure.


I can only deduce that you were about to awake and your conscious mind was taking over.

Even if this is the case, do you think there was any significance?


Why didn't you toss the cops gun back to him? You kept his gun?

I don't know...it's not like I was guiding the dream. I already has his gun cocked. In real life, I know how to **** a gun, I don't know how to un-**** it. Seems kind of dangerous throwing a gun through the air that is ready to go off, huh? Let's assume the thug's gun wasn't cocked. lol.


This one has me stumped. Maybe a moment of confusion is that moment when you reaching the end of the dream and your thoughts become jumbled.
- Yep, I was right.

Maybe, but having two possible options with only one key seems like a choice needs to be made, huh. Or, it was preventing me from escaping. Maybe I can't escape my situation, whatever that is, until I make a solid decision about which hole I'm going to stick the key in. Maybe both keyholes worked the same, I just need to pick one...


All in all an interesting dream with roots in reality. You are a very stable person who strives to make order out of chaos.

Not so sure I'm stable, but the rest is true. lol.

I think this would make a good movie. Angelina Jolie (hey...it's my movie, I pick whomever I want) plays ME. She's poor, has small children, gets robbed of what little she has, gets attacked by the thugs who rob her (they could be maybe that guy from Gladiator, Eminem, and some scruffy scary looking white guy for the third white guy thug), sees all kinds of mayhem in the thug neighborhood and that they are all contributors to the bad state of things. (Starring SnoopDog, IcedT, and other popular black rappers with "experience"). She sees the police are inept (they could even be kind of funny...maybe Kevin James and Chris Rock), so she devises her own plan for revenge on all the Thugs. Starts working out, takes some self-defense and martial arts and weapons training (all free of course cuz she's broke), and kicks everybody's ass.

Give me a billion dollars...I could make it happen!

Snoop
March 5th, 2005, 09:11 AM
I had a dream last night but I totally forgot it - does that mean anything (otherthan I am going senile)?

Supaiku
March 5th, 2005, 11:08 AM
ok, here's a dream that I had when I was probably about 5 (I'm 18 now). I think it's the first dream I remember.

I was in my house, a smallish two room apartment which I lived in with my mom. I was cooking macaroni and cheese on a stove in the living room. Partway through the cooking process I think I realized that the stove was actually supposed to be a bookshelf/desk and it changed. 'Of course' the pot on the wood quickly started a fire that spread through the whole house. At this point the entire dream had a redish tint with random 'flicks' of flame that showed - everywhere (not just things burning). Me and my mom were trying to get out carrying out my un-covered matress. Right before we get out of the door I remember the dream ending.


Just because that's an old dream and all I'll give a really weird other one I had.
I had just gotten done with some sort of meeting and I was going out to get my choice of a motorcycle. The meeting was for something that had a feeling of the diamond heist in Resivour Dogs, and I had a feeling that everyone got to choose a motorcycle from their own selection of like 5, all differnt.
There were a few different types of motorcycles, I picked the most simply functional while still cool looking one (a simple chopper type with a good looking paint job - no fancyness). I was a little unhappy with the selection but was content enogh with the motorcycle for 'what I had to do'.I hopped on and drove out of the garage/sidewalk type thing (it was a mix). The city was unsurprisingly empty and it very wide and plain streets, much like the streets in GTA3 (now that I look back). I eventually turned up at a park which was alot of fun to ride on because the sidwalk was very hilly and curvy. I quickly got to a large castle in the park where lots of people were hanging around outside, some climbing over the castle walls (in both directions). It had the feeling of some sort of socialist revolt or something. When I got close the people noticed me and started chasing after me like an agry mob. All of a sudden my friend showed up in the dream and I went over and he hopped on the back of the motorcycle. We quickly continued to ride away from the mob which was still chasing us. It was a little slow on the grass and the mob was neither losing, nor gaining ground.
We eventually made our way to a very wide sidewalk next to a river. It seemed like it was modeled off of a path by a little creek/river in the city I live in. Up the hill we went and the motorcycle was having serious trouble getting up the people were slowly catching up. Eventually they got the the point where they could try to grab us and they were, which only slowed us down. My friend couldn't hold them off, so I started punching them too (somehow). and I managed to hold them off and we gained and lost ground repeating this a few times. Eventually we got up the hill and it started to level out and then slope down hill. We started to speed ahead of the mod and lost them as the dream ended.