October 23, 2005 2:21 pm


:note: The Doors – “The End”

I had two terrifying dreams last night. I don’t remember a lot about the first one, but I do remember being at some sort of sporting event. I was on a tall, tall platform with a bunch of other people, and I was laying on my back on the floor because I was terrified of the height (I’m afraid of heights in real life). I held the strings of three pink balloons in my hand, but the helium was especially strong and I was having a tough time holding on. The pull finally became too much for me and the balloons popped from straining on the strings. People glared.

I laid there on the floor, still panicking. There was a creepy man by my feet who kept trying to take pictures of me so I tried to tell him to go away. I eventually scooted to the side, near a wall. I opened the back of a camera I was holding and shut it again, advanced the film, and then I don’t remember anything else.

:arrow: To dream that you are afraid of heights, denotes that you are striving for goals that seem beyond your reach.
:arrow: Pink represents love, joy, sweetness, happiness, affection, kindness. Being in love or healing through love is also implied with this color.
:arrow: Three signifies life, vitality, inner strength, completion, imagination, creativity, energy, and self-exploration.
:arrow: To see balloons in your dream, indicates declining hopes in your search for love. A situation in your life will take a turn downward. Balloons also represent arrogance and an inflated opinion of yourself.
:arrow: To see a balloon pop in your dream symbolizes an unrealized goal or dream. It may also represent the stresses in your life. The pressure may be starting to be too great for you to bear.
:arrow: To see a camera in your dream signifies your desires to cling on and/or live in the past. Alternatively, it may represent you need to focus on a particular situation. Perhaps you need to get a clearer picture or idea.

None of those interpretations are very promising. :blah:
– from DreamMoods Dictionary

The next dream was particularly horrifying. I was with a group of people, and I was being chased by another group through an extremely small town. We ran through the woods, hoping to lose our pursuers, and I took a different path than everyone else. I ended up near a dirt road, and the other edge of the road sloped down to a large field. I could see that everyone else in my group had ended up there, and the chasers were watching them and laughing. I stood behind a tree contemplating what I should do next, when I realized that someone else was on the other side of my tree. It was a chaser! A girl with dark brown hair and big eyes. I knew I was captured, so I let her lead me down into the field.

There were defined places for us to stand – chalk circles with an X in the center, and some numbers across the top. An ex-boyfriend, Aaron, was in front of me, laughing cruelly.

Suddenly, we were inside a small house with a white interior. Aaron was still there, but with a sort of taser gun this time. If I said anything, he’d shoot me with the taser. I stood in a doorway for support, but he’d just laugh and shoot at will.

The chasers had set up a box/crate in one corner of the room, and instructed a girl named Christina (I go to school with her in real life) to stand on the crate with the side of her head to the wall. A girl came in with my hair dryer and asked Aaron a question about the settings (which he answered completely wrong) and set it up as if it were a fan. Then they handed Christina a gun. She started talking up a storm, trying to distract the chasers, perhaps in hope that someone would save us.

A few minutes went by. Christina was still trying to carry on conversations and it seemed to be working for the time being. Then a strange man burst into the room. He asked how everything was going (he didn’t seem to grasp what was going on) and how we were doing. I was laying on a bed at that point, facing him, and I was giving him a wide-eyed “HELP ME” look to the best of my ability without alerting the chasers. The man started to say something to me, but I didn’t want to get in trouble with the chasers so I made a neutral face like nothing was wrong, and internally cursed the man for not helping.

Christina was still on the crate when I woke up, though now I don’t remember if she actually shot herself or not.

:arrow: Chase dreams often stem from feelings of anxiety in your walking life. The way we respond to anxiety and pressure in real life is typically manifested as a chase dream. Running is an instinctive response to physical threats in our environment.
:arrow: To dream about your ex-boyfriend suggests that something or someone in your current life is bringing out similar feelings to the ones you felt in the relationship with your ex. The dream may be a way of alerting you to the same or similar behavior in a current relationship. What you learned from that previous relationship may need to be applied to the present one so that you do not repeat the same mistake.
:arrow: To dream that someone is shooting you with a gun, suggests that you are experiencing some confrontation in your waking life. You may feel victimized in some situation.
:arrow: White represents purity, perfection, peace, innocence, dignity, cleanliness, awareness, and new beginnings. You may be experiencing a reawakening or have a fresh outlook on life. However, in Eastern cultures, white is associated with death and mourning.
– from DreamMoods Dictionary

I like interpreting my dreams, but really only if they turn out well. I tend to ignore the interpretations if they have a negative connotation. The first one seems to be especially negative, even though the dream itself wasn’t as awful as it could have been, and the second doesn’t seem too bad even though the dream was horrific.

The fact that it was Aaron shooting me with the taser freaks me out. He is the cause of the time I felt the most betrayed in my entire life, and he was always very manipulative (of everyone, really, not just me), so I wonder if that affects the interpretation at all. Eeesh.

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