Hey why not.....
If bloody psychics can offer courses and teach and get government bucks why the hell not?
Post Your Dreams Thread
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Hey why not.....
If bloody psychics can offer courses and teach and get government bucks why the hell not?
^True. Plus, I'm upfront about being a fraud. Well...I'm not a fraud, I'm credentialed, but I don't put stock in dream analysis as a valid psychotherapy tool. So I don't know what that makes me. Anyway, onto the good stuff:
Warning: The following BS Analysis will be heavily influence by Freud, the Father of Bullshit Analysis.
First,
Sidebar:
So, obviously this dream is about your inner woman and uterus envy.
The big house is the gaping, unfulfilled vagina of your femininity -- the domesticity, the focus on kitchenware, are symbols of traditional female gender roles. The age of the house (40-60), clearly implies menopause and an urgency to fulfill your feminine side. "Finger puppet entertainment" -- well, this part of the board is PG 13, so we'll just leave that there, but let's just say some dream symbols are more abstract and others more literal. The addition of the tunnel, the most obvious symbol of the vagina, reinforces this interpretation. The ocean is a symbol of menstruation and your subconscious longing to experience a period.
Also, you were definitely horny.
How did I miss this? It SO needs a Totally Accredited Bullshit Analysis!@thestrangequark, those are some vivid dreams and great interpretations.
I had a dream on Friday/Saturday night that involved being in a big house, which is a common recurring theme I have. It all started with actor David Duchovny. He was in an office, possibly seeing a psychiatrist for an appointment. I couldn't help thinking how attractive and sexy he was.
When I got out of that office, I was in a huge house with an open floor plan. This wasn't a new house; I could tell by the furniture and interior structure that it was between 40 to 60 years old, but it was enormous. The whole area was very wide and spacious. I walked down an aisle and saw an old acquaintance of mine from the old country lying in a full-size bed to my left, and adjacent to the sleeping area to my right was an open kitchen, where appliances, cookware, and dinnerware could be seen. It was a walk-through kitchen, having only two walls on both ends so that people could go in and out as they pleased. There were a number of bedrooms too on this level, with the doors closed.
At the end of this aisle, there was a large wooden table similar to ones I've seen in Chinese restaurants. Several chairs were set around the table. Against the wall with a wooden panel, there was a counter with a sign that read something like "Finger Puppet Show." I thought perhaps the former occupants used the area as a dining and entertainment room. However, there were several other tables and chairs of different styles in the room, so it was hard to pinpoint which was the dining room.
One of the aisles on the other side of the kitchen led to a door with a spiral stairwell up to three levels up. There were people in the stairwell playing a couple of musical instruments, like an electronic keyboard, and they commented on how perfect the acoustics were in the surrounding area.
This house was so big that a part of the property was built above a tunnel road and encompassed the other side, which was a vacant lot with horse stables. The back of the house faced a beautiful coast. I recall telling my dad that he could spend his mornings strolling along the coast, but there didn't seem to be any walking trails. When I opened a door in front of the house, let's say the garage, I could see through a long corridor leading all the way to the backyard with a view of the ocean. I would move on to another corridor with another doorway at the end with the same view of the water. At this point, I began to realize the house was a former commercial building of sorts that had been converted into a modern home. There was an old sign outside, parts of which were written in Latin, stating that the house had been a hotel or hospital.
Warning: The following BS Analysis will be heavily influence by Freud, the Father of Bullshit Analysis.
First,
Doesn't it always?
Sidebar:
So, obviously this dream is about your inner woman and uterus envy.
The big house is the gaping, unfulfilled vagina of your femininity -- the domesticity, the focus on kitchenware, are symbols of traditional female gender roles. The age of the house (40-60), clearly implies menopause and an urgency to fulfill your feminine side. "Finger puppet entertainment" -- well, this part of the board is PG 13, so we'll just leave that there, but let's just say some dream symbols are more abstract and others more literal. The addition of the tunnel, the most obvious symbol of the vagina, reinforces this interpretation. The ocean is a symbol of menstruation and your subconscious longing to experience a period.
Also, you were definitely horny.
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You could call it "TSQ Fucks With Your Dreams" or maybe "Do Anthropoids Dream of Electric Sex?"
I think I'm going to print and laminate this. 
My interpretation: Sometimes a house is just a house.
I wrote a short story on that idea when I was in school. I was as weird back then as I am now.
OK, this is a strange little dream I had last night.
A friend and I go to a movie, get our favorite seats and everything. The theater is fairly crowded by the time the movie starts but the seats in our row are mostly empty. We're watching the movie which is some buddy cop thing with Matt Leblanc set in Hollywood (not a real film from what I can figure). At some point the investigation takes them to the paramount backlot and they end up fooling around on a couple different sets. At the point where they get to the Enterprise-D bridge set and Matt is sitting in the captain's chair some people enter the theater late and attempt to find seats in our row. The audience is already chuckling a bit from the antics on screen when one of the people trying to sit comically falls into the lap of their partner already sitting down. This gets a pretty good laugh from the audience. She then goes through some motions of trying to get up and out of the seat but is having trouble extricating herself from the awkward position. As she is doing this there is a momentary lull in laughter and for some reason I say out loud "I knew these seats were tight, but...". At this the entire theater roars in laughter at the comment. People are just laughing hysterically and at this point people start talking back to the screen and the entire movie experience is disrupted with some people just walking out while others are actually congratulating me for the comment. I'm sort of weirded out at this because while the comment seemed humorous it wasn't that funny. My friend and I decide to leave as the movie is ruined at this point. On the way out of the theater this one girl comes up and tells me I should go into comedy. Then the dream just sort of ends.
Weird.
A friend and I go to a movie, get our favorite seats and everything. The theater is fairly crowded by the time the movie starts but the seats in our row are mostly empty. We're watching the movie which is some buddy cop thing with Matt Leblanc set in Hollywood (not a real film from what I can figure). At some point the investigation takes them to the paramount backlot and they end up fooling around on a couple different sets. At the point where they get to the Enterprise-D bridge set and Matt is sitting in the captain's chair some people enter the theater late and attempt to find seats in our row. The audience is already chuckling a bit from the antics on screen when one of the people trying to sit comically falls into the lap of their partner already sitting down. This gets a pretty good laugh from the audience. She then goes through some motions of trying to get up and out of the seat but is having trouble extricating herself from the awkward position. As she is doing this there is a momentary lull in laughter and for some reason I say out loud "I knew these seats were tight, but...". At this the entire theater roars in laughter at the comment. People are just laughing hysterically and at this point people start talking back to the screen and the entire movie experience is disrupted with some people just walking out while others are actually congratulating me for the comment. I'm sort of weirded out at this because while the comment seemed humorous it wasn't that funny. My friend and I decide to leave as the movie is ruined at this point. On the way out of the theater this one girl comes up and tells me I should go into comedy. Then the dream just sort of ends.
Weird.
OMG that sort of happened to me in real life.
I was on the train to the city in the morning, this was the peak hour rush around 8am, anyway I thought the seat I was about to sit in was empty and I sat, but it was a girls lap and she freaked the hell out and started swearing, and her male friend just wanted to get up and walk somewhere else, you know that look that people get. I did apologize but she had decided that that day was her day to rage at the world. I ended up moving to the back of the carriage which did have more empty seats I had not seen so I sat down and the world fell into balance. No yelling she devil.
I dreamed that the place where I live had become an oppressive police state under martial law, and everybody had to attend regular neighborhood rallies and show unabashed support for the leader, or else. It was like something from the other side of the iron curtain during the Cold War.
Kor
Kor
I dreamed I went and saw Ghost In the Shell with all of my Asian friends and we planned to discuss white washing in movies after, but in the middle of the movie I decided to take a shower, which was also white washing.
Yeah I saw that mvoie IRL wasn't that impressed
I dreamed the other night that I was a superhero sort of like Batman, mainly because I had a cool car that I was driving around chasing villains. I followed one villain to a shopping mall and followed him inside (not in the car). He was dressed in a creepy rabbit costume. His "superpower" was that he could make other images of himself all over and it was quite impossible to tell which was the real him and stop him. (Ha ha subconscious: A rapidly reproducing rabbit) That dream ended abruptly and suddenly I was dreaming that I was a victim of ransom ware. Yeah, saw that on NCIS this week. I don't know where that stupid rabbit dream came from.
I'm 64. Not going to happen.
Oops my mistake sorry.
Okay, so I had this dream months ago but it was amazing so I have to share it...
In the dream I was a young man in London in the mid 1960s (everything really had that technicolor look). I was totally innocent, but for some reason the KGB and MI5 both thought I was involved in some sort of espionage. They had a whole psychological profile worked up on me: they thought I was a kleptomaniac and pyromaniac and a bunch of other things. Neither side could straight up come after me though, because they both thought I was working for the other side and wanted to get intel, so they just tailed me.
All I wanted was to prove my innocence, but series of unfortunate events kept leading me into situations that made it look like I was their man: I ended up at the scene of a robbery and the robber bumped into me, dropping his loot, confirming their klepto theory. I was going to have sex with some girl, but for some reason she was a furry, and the ears of her bunny mask knocked over the romantic candles and set the room on fire, and I was all, "Shit, well that confirms their pyro theory."
Things got worse until both sides were chasing me up an alley that looked like Abby road but full of Minis, and then my leg got sore from running and I woke up with my tendonitis bothering me.
In the dream I was a young man in London in the mid 1960s (everything really had that technicolor look). I was totally innocent, but for some reason the KGB and MI5 both thought I was involved in some sort of espionage. They had a whole psychological profile worked up on me: they thought I was a kleptomaniac and pyromaniac and a bunch of other things. Neither side could straight up come after me though, because they both thought I was working for the other side and wanted to get intel, so they just tailed me.
All I wanted was to prove my innocence, but series of unfortunate events kept leading me into situations that made it look like I was their man: I ended up at the scene of a robbery and the robber bumped into me, dropping his loot, confirming their klepto theory. I was going to have sex with some girl, but for some reason she was a furry, and the ears of her bunny mask knocked over the romantic candles and set the room on fire, and I was all, "Shit, well that confirms their pyro theory."
Things got worse until both sides were chasing me up an alley that looked like Abby road but full of Minis, and then my leg got sore from running and I woke up with my tendonitis bothering me.
Yeah Baby! That was a shaggadelic dream.