Dreams

[Icephoenyx]

I once had a dream (before i started transitioning) that I was Princess Peach!! wtf!!?

Chrissi

[Stealthgrrl]

Please don't hijack the thread. The thread is about "dreams." The sleeping kind, not the life-goal kind. 

[Sephirah]

I had a dream that I took a jump off a massive cliff in order to save a woman who'd accidentally fallen over the edge, and this cliff seemed to be several miles in the sky.

Whilst I was falling, trying to get closer to the woman, I looked back and saw I was being followed by this huge bald guy with a white tiger on a leash, and... on a surfboard.

Anyway... I grabbed the lady, opened my parachute, landed deftly on the ground, and watched with satisfaction as Mr no-hair and Bitey McSharpteeth slammed into the ground, making a crater.

Lol, it was a most bizarre dream.

[cindybc]

Ok off topic post has been removed, sorry.

Cindy

[cindybc]

A strange dream. But certainly. I had one that was very strange last night. Again, I apologise for straying off topic.

In this dream I am a third party, observing from outside a sequence of events, like watching a movie.

This handsome gentleman, about mid twenties, was dropping off his lady friend at her door to her apartment which was in a grey stone apartment building.

They exchanged a long passionate kiss, then she stepped out of the car and walked up to her door, turned, and waved good night to her lover, who was still  parked curbside in his rebuilt 1960 Chevy Bel-Air, studying this ravishing beauty with the red hair in a red sparkly dress.  She was a lady whom he had grown to love with with all of his being, his heart of hearts. She turned and unlocked the door and stepped in and gently closed the door behind her.

The next day finds our friend, the "handsome prince" suddenly sitting up among a jumble of sheets and blankets in his bed. Drenched in a cold sweat he got up shakily on his feet and made his way to the kitchen to draw himself a large glass of cold water, then sat a little unsteadily in a chair at the kitchen table.

A voice spoke to him across the table and our prince jumped up, startled, knocking his chair over. At the opposite end of the table sat a very well dressed gentleman, well groomed, wearing a fedora and sporting a meticulously trimmed goatee. The gentleman took his hat by the brim and nodded, smiling, then took his hat off and set it upon his right knee.

Half-naked, our prince looked at this gentleman, mouth agape, in confusion trying to remember something he may have missed.

The well groomed gentleman with the goatee pushed another chair for our prince charming to sit down, and obediently for whatever reason he couldn't figure out, he felt compelled to obey what he sensed was not just a request but a demand.

The gent with the goatee proceeded to talk to our prince, informing him that something had happened to his lover last night and to not bother trying to find her. He would not succeed.

Our prince charming thinking this night be a kidnapping of sorts began to lunge at the man with the goatee but found himself unable to.

The man with the goatee proceeded to give our prince charming some instructions as to where to find this large underground cavern and he was also informed that his lady would be there waiting for him. But in order to be with her again he would have to drive to hell itself. If he truly desired to be with her.

A little later, after haphazardly dressing up, not really caring as to what he wore, he got into his Chevy and headed out in the direction he had been given by the man with the goatee.

A short time later our prince skids to a stop with small stones and gravel spraying to the side. There it was, the entrance to a very large cavern facing the seashore a short distance away.

Stepping out of the car to investigate the cavern he could clearly hear the sound of ocean waves and seagulls in the distance.

After a short excursion within the cave our prince charming is once again seen emerging into the sunlight from the cave, getting back into his car and starting the motor.  The engine roars into life as once again he leaves a spray of stones and gravel behind him. The apple green Chevy disappears into the darkness of the cavern, as our prince turns his headlights on to navigate his way down a very large cavern, which was about four freeway lanes in width.

Our prince swerved to the right, just missing a large boulder which had appeared out of nowhere ahead of him, grazing the boulder as he drove by it. The entire left side of the car appeared to have been scraped by a giant claw. The surface he drove on appeared to be getting rougher, bumpier, making it  harder to control the steering. Our prince refused to let off the gas pedal in fear that he would not make the rendez-vous with his loved one as he planned.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and cheeks as the temperature rose inside the car. Reaching over to turn up the air conditioning he found that the setting was already set to as high as it would go. Another hard, teeth-clattering bump nearly made him loose control of the steering wheel but our prince would not relent on the gas pedal as he leaned forward for better view of what was ahead of him.

He could see a faint orange glow in the tunnel ahead of him. "Hmmmmm,  strange," he mused looking up at the upper part of the cavern that appeared to have been shored-up with wooden pillars. Above was a heavy, corrugated steel ceiling, apparently held up with large wooden cross beams, like what one would expect in an avalanche tunnel in the high mountains.

Our prince drove around a very long curved part of the tunnel as the orange light ahead grew brighter until the curve ended and the tunel again becams a straightaway. Ahead he could see where the cavern floor suddenly ended.

Our prince's right foot moved from gas to brake pedal in a blur and a grinding squeal of tires on the half-gravely and stone cavern floor, the front tires of the car finally coming to a stop at the very edge of a precipice.

Below was a sea of moving magma flowing around varying size islands of rock. Huge sheets of flame shot up here and there as he stared mesmerised across the expanse of the magma sea.

Someone spoke to him and he turned to his right to look. There she sat, his beloved, his beautiful "princess"  in a red sparkly dress, the same she had worn the previous night. He reached over and gently gave her a passionate kiss.

I could see the paint bubbling and peeling off the side of the car as I watched the rubber tires smoking and bubbling, tires which by now had been worn nearly threadbare. The dream ended there.  It was like a movie or real life, it was a very vivid dream.         
Cindy

[Janet_Girl]

Sorry Steath.  But it is also a recurring dream for me.  I have a husband, three kids and I am happy.  I always enjoy this dream when it occurs.  But i also know that it is because of my life dream.

If you wish to remove it or I will if you wish.

[Stealthgrrl]

Wow, Cindy, that does sound like a movie. Or a myth! Where was Orpheus? Oh...driving the Chevy, duh! 

janet--if it's about the sort of dreams that go bump in one's head in the night, they go here! 

[cindybc]

Hi Stealthgrrl. Yea that dream was like a full length movie but the ending kind of shook me up, when I woke up I remember I was shaking Wing Walker awake to tell her about the dream. I was till shaking and sweating, it was so real.

Wish I could dream what happens after the end or maybe that was it, they just needed to be together again, the joining of souls, it is called becoming as one. Well anyway I every now and again have weird dreams but not necessarily bad ones.

Cindy                          

[Terra]

Ok, here is a weird one for you. While I slept I dreamed that I had to perform CPR on a guy. Never meet him before, it was some sort of mutant guy. I wasn't lucid, and as a former medic I felt a strong desire to save him. Anyways as i'm performing CPR I keep thinking I can't let him die. The feeling keeps building until I get the bright idea to try something. I gather all my frustration, and all my desire to save this guy and it seems to collect in my head at the forehead area. My head feels like it is going to burst, and right before I send the energy down my right arm into the guy to try and kick start his heart I feel something I can't really recall. I guess a pop in my head.

Suddenly i'm awake and my head is ringing. I hear static even though I have nothing in my apartment to produce that sound. I also hear my name and two voices talking over a great distance. I didn't understand anything but my name and they sound like they came over a radio or something. Garbled, it felt garbled.

The ringing and static noise faded in a moment, but I get the feeling I had accidentally done something without knowing it. Weird right?

[cindybc]

Hi Terra that is a weir dream. Wonder if you didn't realy out of body and went somewhere in spirit to save someones life and upon awakening the pop you heard and your head ringing was your spirit self rejoining with the body and for a few seconds there your senses are still connected to the scene you were at where people were talking around the person you were giving CPR too. I t would be nice if those folks were talking to the person you were trying to resuscitate and someone there that knew you noticed you weren't there anymore called out your name. Well so much for my dream interpretations. But I have read of similar happenings.

Also thank you so much for posting on this thread I had lost it.

Cindy

[cindybc]

Here is one I thought you might find interesting to read Stealthgrrl that I have been saving for you. Have you ever heard of soap opera dreams?

This was a two part dream on two different nights that I thought you might be interested in.

It began two nights ago, I was invited to a ballet at this ancient medieval castle. Nicely groomed courtyard complete with bushes containing blooms of many different types and colors. There was a thick forest all around. The only other building I could see was what appeared to be an old disused mill of sorts, built of stones and mortar. I was wearing a long gown, the style of the medieval days, and I was being escorted by this lovely prince charming-type gentleman.

We entered the main ballroom and all about there milled every type of person you would expect for the day, mainly merchants, entertainers, princes and princesses and other gentleman along with their lady escorts. All were making their way toward the dining area.

The dining area consisted of several large tables with ornate wooden chairs. At both ends of the table sat two huge golden candlelabra containing large, burning wax candles. Servants were abuzz going back and forth setting up the china and silverware while others ushered in the aromatic platters of steaming food to be set on the tables.

My escort pulled a chair back for me to sit. I sat, then he nodded politely and pulled a chair back next to me to sit, then he sat.  A clanging sound rang out and the crowd that now sat at the table fell quiet while the bell-ringer set the bell on the table, then sat.

An elderly gentleman got up and made a speech about one of the ladies and her escort who sat across the table from me. When the elder gentleman sat, the lady got up and recited a short speech, then she sat down. She was the princess of some neighboring kingdom and was to be wedded to the gentleman sitting beside her at some time later in the evening.

No sooner had supper begun than a disturbance broke out at another table behind me. I heard two men shouting at each other, then musket fire, after which all hell broke loose and the whole place was bedlam.

My escort took my hand and told me to follow, and to not dawdle, for it could cost us our lives. We ran across the terrrace and the courtyard. Still holding my hand my escort pointed to the old mill I had spotted upon arrival. By then I could hear many voices behind us, women screaming, swords clattering, and men bellowing out in pain. I did not dare stop to look back. I gathered my skirts about me  and kept running toward the vacant mill.

Once in the mill my escort stopped abruptly, still holding onto my hand.  I nearly lost my balance with the sudden stop. He was desperately looking around the jumbled room we stood in. He spotted a set of stone stairs among the shambles across the room and resumed moving forward, stepping around the rubble left from years of disuse.  We began climbing the stairs two at a time where possible then stopping momentarily to move some debris that had fallen across the stairs through the years, then continuing to climb until we were on the second level. We momentarily stopped to listen. Below us we could hear the muffled sound of many voices.

My escort again looked wildly around the room then darted forward again toward another set of stone stairs to the third level.  We went up and then up once more on another set of stairs to the roof of the ancient mill.

He walked over to the edge of the roof where he looked down. When I looked down I felt like my heart had skipped a beat and my face must have blanched in fear. Then he ordered me to take off all the clothes I could as he proceeded to take his own clothes off. He stopped momentarily in mid-stride of taking his trousers off and said, "Just take the gown off. I need it to make some type of rope to climb down. I beleive once we get down to the forest below we will be safe. The king's men will not enter the Black Forest."

Tying the make shift rope to one of the parapets on the roof of the ancient mill he let it fall towards the forest floor. It came about 15 feet short of the ground. "With some luck we may make the jump the rest of the way without breaking anything," he informed me. I remember thinking, "How did I ever get into this? How did I get here to begin with?"

So we beagn to climb down the rope and everything was fine until about half-way down. I heard what I thought was a ripping sound then a snapping and I am finding myself free-falling towards the forest floor! I closed my eyes and spread my arms out then I felt the wind against my face and my hair fluttering behind me.

When I opened my eyes I saw the long sleeves of my silk undershirt fluttering behind my arms. They had the appearance of white wings. I looked below and I saw the tops of the trees of the Black Forest moving below me like I was flying.  "I am flying!" I thought to myself aloud.

I came to the edge of a cliff then I began to lose altitude but gradually and slowly descended until I landed on top of a tree that had fallen against the cliff. It lay at about a forty-five degree angle. I remember the rough bark under me after I landed. I sat upon the tree trunk then shinnied down the rest of the way to the ground. I could hear a river not far away.

I walked toward the sound and came out to a clearing. There was a wide gravelly shoreline on both sides of the blue river that rippled and gurgled its way around some stones and waterlogged sunken logs and other debris. The sky was a deep blue and dotted with a few white clouds and all was silent outside of a few birds and the gurgling of the river and the whispering of the breeze at the top of the giant trees that lined both sides to the river banks.

I stood knee deep in the cool clean river water with the breeze fluttering the long sleeves of my undershirt as I raised my arms then closed my eyes once more as though in preparation to take flight once more.

Cindy
End of part One         

[cindybc]

Part two

I find myself walking across the courtyard of the same castle, I am carrying a fairly large basket of eatable goods in my right hand and a bag of flour over my left shoulder and my sisters three children following at my side. Looking down I look at the blue worn and faded dress I was wearing, then remembered that pretty gown in that store window then turned away to go to the market place to  purchase a few items of food for my sisters children and for the other girls whom had pooled resources together to buy the food. We all resided in a large subterranean chamber under the old mill. I made my way down the passageway and down some stone stairs that lead to the chambers below.

The passage was lit by dim electrical light bulbs and wires which were just strung from one concrete spike to another which had been haphazardly pounded into the concrete, the wires drooped the distance between spikes. I remembered myself over time buying what I could and if there were no other means I stole what I could of the wires, the lights, and fixtures from a local hardware shop in another near by village. Much of the electrical wiring and fixtures in the main chamber had been strung up by me along with the help of a few of the girls.

I knocked three rapid times on the heavy wooden door then heard the rusty ancient hinges screeching as the door opened slowly. It was Beth and she was obviously looking both anxiously and excitedly at me, she nodded, smiling hugely then hastily pulled the heavy door open the rest of the way. Dianna and Jade ran up to me Jade relieved me of the heavy basket and Beth took the bag while Dianna was incessantly enquiring about the latest happenings down at the village, especially if I had seen her cousin Doreen and what she had been up to.

Jade set the basket on a heavy ancient wooden table and Beth set the bag along side of it. Soon after a meal was mustered up hastily and set on the table every one eagerly pulled up a chair and the feast began. I looked around the table at the rag tag bunch of girls whom I had become quite fond of after a few years of banding together we had become like a tight knit family. We had all come here a few years back to escape from the rough shod abusive treatment that girls such as we were quite susceptible and likely to end up with such would be male masters. Regretfully to many young homeless girls fell victim to this type.

I and some of the other girls had jury rigged a furnace in the main chamber which helped to keep the dampness down and kept the temperature fairly comfortable. There was also a boiler attached so the furnace and we had hot water for baths and cooking. We had also restored an ancient stone fire place where the girls could sit around the open flames and share their day with each other, some busied themselves sewing garments and others did quilt work and other crafts from different pieces of cloth and what ever other baubles they could scavenge, barter for, or if no other recourse steal on their occasional visits in the  village.

None of the girls were older then their late teens, myself being one of the oldest at 19 years old. One place was off limits by mutual agreement by all of us, and that was none of us would ever even contemplate, let alone dare to venture out anywheres within sight of the castle, including myself. For the exception of maybe watching from a safe distance on the mill's roof top which was four floors above ground level. It would be almost impossible for anyone to enter the old mill since all entrances had been blocked off by debris that the girls had built up through the years. Unless someone knew where the week points were it would be a nearly impenetrable fortress.

A pathway had been cleared through the years through the Black Forest which meandered it's way around the castles grounds to come out just outside the village. The village was a risky enough place to go but it was necessary for the existence and survival of the band of girls of which I was part of. The girls bartered, sold arts and crafts, or did any odd jobs around the village, and if necessary, steal what they needed for the sustenance and survival of the band of girls who lived under the mill.

One night I was awoken by a loud crash and a babble of men's voices, A light suddenly lit up the room. my sister three children had begun to whimper and rubbing their eyes having been rudely awakened. I ushered them under the bed and was in the process of crawling under myself when I felt something tighten around my leg at this very instant I heard all the other girls screaming, glass being broken then silence. The other girls had been made to stand against the wall while another man picked up the kids and began to walk away with them, I moved forward and was stopped by one of those infidel pigs holding a knife to my throat.

No one else had been taken all were accounted for except my sisters three kid. I knew this wasn't the work of the village folks, it was from the castle where my sister had been held by the resident priest who had claimed my sister unclean because she was living alone with three children and no husband. She was being held to atone for her sins. I also knew that someone now had the knowledge of the main entrance to our safe place, the one and only week point. An informant. So now there may no longer be safety even among us, I began to cry at this thought.   

The next day I found Dennise shaking me awake. I sat up as she said in an urgent loud frantic voice, "You must come, you need to come right now!" We came out unto the path in the Black Forest and I began to walk towards the path but Dennise pulled me back and pointed around the side of the mill. We came out on the other side of the mill unto the open grounds that led towards the castle. Two men stood there holding a woman between them.

They pushed the woman and she stumbled forward  then ran right towards me and began to beat me on the shoulders crying and cursing that I had let them get her children. After she calmed down some I told her what had happened the she feigned crying on my shoulder then whispered to me in my ear, beggingly "Please help me escape the priests custody and help me get my children back.  I responded, whispering back that I would do what ever I could.

I sat at the table that night, pondering, I stared at the flickering flames and the snaping of the wood burning in the fire place. I though about the maze of tunnels that ran between different areas of the castle and the mill all that would be needed is a rough map of the layout of the different parts of the castle.

Later that night I stood on the roof of the mill watching the lights slowly going out here and there in the windows of the castle. When all was in darkness except for a few faint lights I spread my arms and the veil at my back appeared to miraculously manifest into wings and I flew over the grounds and over the castle.

The next day I sat at the table studiously poring over the make shift map of the different roughly drawn floor plans of the castle. Dianna brought over a coffe for me and queried as to what I was planning, and I pointed out to her my plans on how to get my sister away from the priests custody. Dianna informed me that if I were to execute this plan that I would need at least a couple of helpers to stand watch for her at the very least. She then added,  "shortly after wards we will be in readiness to evacuate the mill."

I am fully aware that no amount of barricades now will keep us safe, and all the girls put together with what few weapons they have would not sufice to keep us safe from the Kings men from the castle after this rescue mission whether succesful or not." "How do you propose to get the kids out?" she asked. I informed her that I knew where the kids were located and that they would be the easier part of the rescue mission. Dianna then asked me if I had any plans after the rescue has been acomplished? "And I do pray it is all a successful rescue she added."  A sharp twinge of pain went through me and a tear formed at the corner of my right eye. I only responded in a low soft voice, I will go where ever you wish for me to go my sister. She embraced me and only said one word very softly, "sister."

The following night the resident priest never knew what hit him. I flew as quietly as a ghost and struck the priest on the back of the head with his own heavily ornamented Bible. I took the keys that I had watched him use the night before to unlock the cell to my sister was held in Dianna and  Jade both watching opposite ends of the halfway, both motioned that all was clear then I proceeded to unlock my sisters cell and when the cell door opened and the hallway light streamed into the cell I could see my sister about to let out a blood curdling scream. I rushed forward her and put my hand on her mouth just in time, all that could be heard was a loud Mmmmmmph!

At the ground level floor I drifted through a window into this apartment then gathered the three children in my arms and flew back out through the window. I knew the flight would be short with the extra weight I carried, but as I had known, Betty had already opened the front gate for us to walk out. To the left and right lay two unconscious guards, I just marveled at Beth's work and just said, you do know how to handle that little weapon don't you? A bag filed with musket balls. That was as far as the dream went.

Cindy           

[Northern Jane]

One strange thing about dreams is that there is a certain house that has recurred in my dreams for decades, a house I have never seen in my waking state but seen so often in my dreams that I could draw the floor plan and sketch the furnishings of many of the rooms. It is a VERY unusual house (architecturally) with an odd layout - very unique. It occurs so often in my dreams that I wonder if I have lived another life in that house (or am maybe living a concurrent life there!)

[cindybc]

I have two recurrent dreams since as far back as I can remember. One is of a girl in her early teens and she is sitting on this ratty couch and I can see water stains on the gyprock ceiling and walls at the base of the wall is a three foot high base border made out of dark brown varnished  tongue and groove wooden slats. There is a door with a glass pain in it and I can see sleet coming down. It is chilly in the house and the girl is pulling down on her skirt in an attempt to warm her knees. Great Depression days

Another is on a little girl standing on a board walk and the street is all muddy. Behind her stood some buildings that appear like the type out of an old western movie, 1800's? She appears to be waiting for someone or something as she is looking both ways. She is wearing a blue dress with white frilly hem and sleeves. Two blue ribbons in her hair. She appears to be looking straight at me, like she can see me then I wake up.

I would love to get hypnotically regressed. I do believe that we retain some past memories from other lives, like deja vu, to frequently to be wrote off as coincidence.

Cindy

[Stealthgrrl]

One strange thing about dreams is that there is a certain house that has recurred in my dreams for decades, a house I have never seen in my waking state but seen so often in my dreams that I could draw the floor plan and sketch the furnishings of many of the rooms. It is a VERY unusual house (architecturally) with an odd layout - very unique. It occurs so often in my dreams that I wonder if I have lived another life in that house (or am maybe living a concurrent life there!)

I find that extremely interesting! I wonder what that house means, to you? Clearly it has significance for you or it wouldn't keep turning up!

Often, in dreams, I have the sensation of either having been in the situation before, or else, within a dream, there will be memory of events that went on before the time of the dream, events that have not actually happened to me but which seem as real as any other memory within the context of the dream.

I would love to know if you ever figure out your "dream house"!

[Candygirl]

From about 12-13 or so on, I would consistently dream about this woman who was on a high hill, beckoning me to her. Try as hard as I would, I could never quiet reach her. Just when we were about to touch hands, I'd wake up. I loved this woman in my heart, and I wanted to know who she was for a long long time. I thought maybe I was seeing a premonition of some one I'd meet, or otherwise knew somehow.

I even wrote poems about the woman on the hill. She was always in a white flowing gown, and had long blonde hair.

After I started hormones, about 8 months or so in, I had a dream about her where we finally came together, and embraced. 
I kissed her, and she slowly faded away in my arms...I turned around, and saw myself in this huge mirror on the hill. I became her, and I fell to the ground crying, and then I saw this little boy floating away in the air...he was smiling..then he disappeared.
I began to descend the hill, and people didn't know me anymore...I was frightened.
I woke up, sweating and shaking, and my bed was a mess.
Then I knew what I already knew for so long anyways...I was chasing my self, and she was my soul song.

[Stealthgrrl]

Thanks, Rene! Yes, that was my notion of what it was as soon as i read the beginning of your post, that the woman was you, or represented your truer self!

I'm glad you posted this!