Falling, Running
I managed to jot down two dreams from last night, one seems to be about falling (not me) and the other is about me running away, but it is "me with a twist" as I seem to assume the role of another... someone I don't know who.
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Dream 1:
I am in the back yard at the house I grew up in [that's the only house that is "home" in any of my dreams] and there is a friend of mine [we'll call him Chris] on the roof of my house. The yard around the house has always had a slope around it, and the roof facing the back yard has always been highest off the ground. What Chris was doing on my roof, or how he got up there, I have no idea. Anyway, someone on the ground yells at him for being up there without first building a "false roof" [whatever that means] to catch him in case he were to fall. Immediately, as if on cue, Chris looses his footing and begins to slide down the angle of the roof. Chris catches himself and then carefully comes down to the ground.
Although we are both adults, Chris joins me on top of the jungle gym in the back yard. [The night before, I was at a playground with a buddy of mine.] Almost out of nowhere, an occupational hazards agent is there trying to document every move that Chris makes. The man is almost directly underneath the jungle gym with a small video camera, which I take out of his hand, fiddling around with it, wondering if I should smash it on the ground or just keep it. I remove the mini-SD card out of the camera, pause, and then change my mind and returned the camera because it felt the right thing to do. [Last night I was also filming the night away with a small video camera.]
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My next dream sequence is rather strange, because shortly into it, I remember my dream was implying that I was suddenly looking through someone elses eyes, mostly as an oberver... it was really strange.
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Dream 2:
After moping about how much I wanted to go to England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales, I leave the room and enter another doorway and take on someone elses point of view. [Whoever it is, he is younger than I am, probably in his late teens.] He goes into a rather empty house and down the stairs into the basement where his father, dressed as if from the 60s is visciously throwing darts across the length of the basement to the dart board. In the back of the basement is an unfinished bathroom, into which the boy walks. He comes back out after looking at the PVC pipe coming up out of the cement floor and says,
"Not quite a functional toilet back there, eh?"
"What?" asks his father. The boy repeats himself. "Not unless you feel like squatting over a hole." For some reason, this was the boy's cue to run. He ran up the stairs to the first landing, where magically, according to the logic of dreams, the continuing stairs went down, to the main floor, not back down to the basement [go figure].
He nearly made it out of the house when he heard his father yelling from the basement,
"I think I forgot to beat you today!" and there was a thunderous echo of the man running up the stairs. The boy ran across the street into some sort of public building, which more or less resembled a mall. The boy ran, he cut corners, jumped over tables and railings and nearly jumped over a balcony railing, but the floor was too far down.
He was listening behind him for any ruckus in order to determine how close his father was chasing him... nothing... pretty quiet behind him. Then after a couple more seconds he heard someone yell as if they were pushed out of the way.
"That sounds unusual," the boy said [I am not sure, but that could have been my voice telling the boy what I was thinking, while still seeing everything through his eyes] and he ran down half a flight of stairs into a well-lit empty bar. Only the bartender was there who was standing in the way just around the corner from the bottom of the stairs. The bartender looked angry and was holding a twisted out coat hanger. Startled, the boy turned, and ran back up the stairs and ran right into his father, who was also holding a twisted out coat hanger. The boy had nowhere else to go. [I wake up.]
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I actually thought the boy was going to escape. Lots of times when I try to run, everything is in slow motion accept for whoever is chasing me. This time he was running real-time and almost had a certain weightlessness to him. I wonder if the fact that he had to backtrack is symbolic in some way, but I don't understand any of the context, especially because I did not recognize any of the characters. I don't think he represented my inner child or younger self, because I was never beaten or abused. I was also surprised that the dream was well-lit. Much of the time, everything looks like an underexposed photograph.
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Dream 1:
I am in the back yard at the house I grew up in [that's the only house that is "home" in any of my dreams] and there is a friend of mine [we'll call him Chris] on the roof of my house. The yard around the house has always had a slope around it, and the roof facing the back yard has always been highest off the ground. What Chris was doing on my roof, or how he got up there, I have no idea. Anyway, someone on the ground yells at him for being up there without first building a "false roof" [whatever that means] to catch him in case he were to fall. Immediately, as if on cue, Chris looses his footing and begins to slide down the angle of the roof. Chris catches himself and then carefully comes down to the ground.
Although we are both adults, Chris joins me on top of the jungle gym in the back yard. [The night before, I was at a playground with a buddy of mine.] Almost out of nowhere, an occupational hazards agent is there trying to document every move that Chris makes. The man is almost directly underneath the jungle gym with a small video camera, which I take out of his hand, fiddling around with it, wondering if I should smash it on the ground or just keep it. I remove the mini-SD card out of the camera, pause, and then change my mind and returned the camera because it felt the right thing to do. [Last night I was also filming the night away with a small video camera.]
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My next dream sequence is rather strange, because shortly into it, I remember my dream was implying that I was suddenly looking through someone elses eyes, mostly as an oberver... it was really strange.
_______
Dream 2:
After moping about how much I wanted to go to England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales, I leave the room and enter another doorway and take on someone elses point of view. [Whoever it is, he is younger than I am, probably in his late teens.] He goes into a rather empty house and down the stairs into the basement where his father, dressed as if from the 60s is visciously throwing darts across the length of the basement to the dart board. In the back of the basement is an unfinished bathroom, into which the boy walks. He comes back out after looking at the PVC pipe coming up out of the cement floor and says,
"Not quite a functional toilet back there, eh?"
"What?" asks his father. The boy repeats himself. "Not unless you feel like squatting over a hole." For some reason, this was the boy's cue to run. He ran up the stairs to the first landing, where magically, according to the logic of dreams, the continuing stairs went down, to the main floor, not back down to the basement [go figure].
He nearly made it out of the house when he heard his father yelling from the basement,
"I think I forgot to beat you today!" and there was a thunderous echo of the man running up the stairs. The boy ran across the street into some sort of public building, which more or less resembled a mall. The boy ran, he cut corners, jumped over tables and railings and nearly jumped over a balcony railing, but the floor was too far down.
He was listening behind him for any ruckus in order to determine how close his father was chasing him... nothing... pretty quiet behind him. Then after a couple more seconds he heard someone yell as if they were pushed out of the way.
"That sounds unusual," the boy said [I am not sure, but that could have been my voice telling the boy what I was thinking, while still seeing everything through his eyes] and he ran down half a flight of stairs into a well-lit empty bar. Only the bartender was there who was standing in the way just around the corner from the bottom of the stairs. The bartender looked angry and was holding a twisted out coat hanger. Startled, the boy turned, and ran back up the stairs and ran right into his father, who was also holding a twisted out coat hanger. The boy had nowhere else to go. [I wake up.]
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I actually thought the boy was going to escape. Lots of times when I try to run, everything is in slow motion accept for whoever is chasing me. This time he was running real-time and almost had a certain weightlessness to him. I wonder if the fact that he had to backtrack is symbolic in some way, but I don't understand any of the context, especially because I did not recognize any of the characters. I don't think he represented my inner child or younger self, because I was never beaten or abused. I was also surprised that the dream was well-lit. Much of the time, everything looks like an underexposed photograph.
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