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A dream thread. They often say a lot (or nothing at all)
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Lets post our dreams.. they facinate me..
and if anyone wants to 'analyze them.. go for it.. lol
The Purple String.. a dream....Nov. 3rd..1am
Three men and a women were at a counter and a significant other was shaving their long nice hair.. two men were very upset, they looked at me alot and one was crying.... there was a judge like person behind the counter ( i was in front of this counter) and this was like some judgement or bet or punishment but was kinda all in ful as well.... The judge was then doing one guy and stopped .. the guy asked "why did you stop" and she said "this one is to dull" set in down and went behind some very white area (significantly white like she was a god more than just a judge) when she came back:
she was suddenly frying a hamburger with cheese on it right in front of me (I was thinking, I could not see a heat source on the counter ) WELL, I had a spatula and I pressed down on the patty (to be of help) and the judge scorned me (just a bit) and said "if you ever get a patty thats pressed down like that you must know it never came from burger king" and I tried to fix the patty by fluffing it up but it fell apart even more and I was worried but then:
then the judge plopped a peice of honey into the side of the pan.. it made a hard peice of like candy and I picked it up out of the pan and popped it in my mouth. (she meant for me to do this)
TRANSITION
I was in a closet...I was like a 10 or 12 yr old child and there were about 5 others like me, we were all 'innocent looking' and wore pinofore's and knickers and cloth hats like we were from another time in the past..These other kids were near me (age 8 yo 12? boys? I dont recall) and we were talking about how we didnt like this life and it on a whim we were gonna change it. They knew what that meant and I didnt really.
This one girl had a purple string and she had wound it all around the closet area and in each time she wound the string she said something different and I remember looking at the string and all the twists and knots anfd thinking "I can never undo that" and POOF we were gone. Suddenly:
We were all in a boat in extrememe darkness, in the ocean and the ocean was choppy with waves and there was water in the boat and I was pretty scared....
I was wondering what all was said during the purple string process to get us here.
Transition
We are climbing onto shore.. it is still dark. I see The girl with the purple string and she has it in her hands, it has swelled in in size kinda like yarn does when wet. She has a very big smile on her face like this is what she wanted. She is rolling the string up as if she had almost lost it in the turmoil of the ocean and getting to shore.
Then its day and I notice we are unable to walk normal.. we kneel. At this time I ask my group "what all was asked for on that string!?"
The girl who had done the string said in a very heavenly like saintly way "we shall be near the ocean at all times, we shall always kneel, we shall know the unknown...... (she rambled off a bunch of other things I wish I could recal but i cant. I do recall some were good and some I saw as just stupid and bad to have asked for.)
I saw us trying to walk around the town and unable too withouht bending to some extent into a kneel.. but to keep our bare knees from scratching, we tried none the less (this time there was definately a boy with us about 12, he was able to walk the best kind of walk kneel walk kneel) I was the worst and sometimes it was like I was one of those mutants from a foreing country but I still looked like a lovely little girl.
There was more we did and I cant remember but soon we summoned the purple string because this was not the way to live.. I was trying to figure out the perfect things to say as I knew I could get us to a good life better than any of these other kids who were alittle not with it when it came to life....
BUT one of the girls just did what she wanted before I could.
She said we all were to live like 'sex in the city" and POOF there we were as I was thinking that I have never watched that show, BUT I knew that show was full of grown up things and we were just kids. Also in the dream I was aware we were surpose to be from a different time in the past and not know nor care about living like sex in the city.
But poof.. we were in a city and we looked different... we kinda looked like we belonged in the 80's. with blonde hairsprayed do's.. and off the shoulder sweater tops and such..we were in this motel and the girl who asked for this life was sitting at a vanity and she said "Donald Trump stuffs his socks at the knee caps to make his butt loook smaller" And She was stuffing her bra (looking bad like knee caps) and she and the rest of us were still young as before..
I was thinking that YES we were in the life, but we werent ready for this life, we didnt know what to do....
and thats all I can recall.... the dam cat opened the door and I never got the chance to see what I would of done with the purple string...(boo hoo) I went to sleep at 9pm and I woke at 1am and I had to type this out... it was a very vivid dram.
A WEIRD PART OF MY DREAM:
I didnt want to include this in this dream sequence above BUT it WAS in my dream right after the part where we are roaming the beach community, not able to walk without kneeling...
ITS SO CREEPY AND SCARY
Well, the this "beach community" we couldnt really leave, went from really campy to really weird when I started to notice almost everyone wore dark maroon dirty cloaks and hoods and were abnormally sized (like alieins) and they carried staffs and they all walked in the same direction, the only way they could see would be out of this slit in the hood, but I never saw any eyes..
Transition... this man is getting into a wheele barrell and pretending he is dead... He is very interested and thinks its really neat thing to do.(like a reporter trying to get an inside scoop). I am just on onlooker and in no position to talk to him.. then later I see where the dead people in the wheelebarrels go.. to a large shed, were I see like 100 black people strung up and being whipped with whips (like slaves on tv) and yet they still seem dead... then I see a white man hung up being whipped, but he is alive (I see his eyes open) No one seems to think his being white or alilve matters,,, I just get out of that area fast and the dream transitions out of that theme // THANK GOODNESS!!