I'm still a little shaken, I just woke up from an odd dream. I think I mentioned my dreams earlier this week (perhaps) with the common, repetitive symbol of fire…The first of a fire that I started (and went to jail for starting) and the second fire came in a huge wall, that I inevitably know would swallow me up. (Like Final Destination-the movies. Or "Under the Dome" by Stephen King.)
Of course, the fire is supposed to represent…that I'm either putting myself in danger, worrying about little things, or "playing with fire."
I just woke up…from a 2 part dream. When things stick out from my dream significantly enough, then yes-I do actually check out the definition in the dream dictionary.
Well, anyways. The first part of the dream was a simple Scooby-Doo like mystery, one I wouldn't mind having again. The second part…
In the second dream, I was with my cousin. In the dream, there was this boy from my old middle school who was flirting with me (in real life, he's a notorious flirt, and I detest him.) We were…playing some kind of game in this abyss-like jungle gym;…you know: One of those indoor jungle gyms with dim lighting.
I was with my art teacher and my cousins…and we were starting the second round of whatever game we were playing…and I was ninja-ly hiding in the shadows of the gym…
When this…rat scampered past me. It whizzed right past me in the gym, then backtracked…and then bit onto my hand and started attacking.
I had gotten a glimpse-but wasn't sure if it was a rat, so I started feeling it. I felt its rat-like stubby ears…its plump, rat-like body…and its long, disgusting…rat-tail.
So I took my left hand, and punched the rat away.
After that…there was blood on my left hand. Disgusting…blood, at this moment in the dream-I was absolutely horrified and repulsed.
Then I looked over to the rat…and the rat…it was dying. Its stomach was torn open, and its guts were hanging out from my punch. But.
It also had unborn pups sliding out, all covered in blood. Unborn baby rats, dying beside its mother.
Oh God….
That might represent the fact that (right now, in real life…) I'm doing something right, for my own protection-but I'm causing so much disaster from what I did…that makes me the monster. I ended up running away from the rat, running all the way home filled with panic.
Anyways, the things that stood out: the rat, my left hand (covered in blood), and the unborn babies. And…at the end-water.
(I filled the gym with water in attempt to wash away the blood stain, but it didn't work. But this was in a different dream-cycle.)
To see a rat in your dream, signifies feelings of doubts, greed, guilt, unworthiness and envy. You are keeping something to yourself that is eating you up inside.Alternatively, a rat denotes repulsion, decay, dirtiness, and even death.To dream that a rat is biting your feet, is analogous to the rat race that you are experiencing in your waking life.
To dream of the direction left, symbolizes the unconscious and your repressed thoughts/emotions. In particular, the left hand symbolizes your graciousness and your feminine, receptive qualities. (…waitwut.)
To see water in your dream, symbolizes your unconscious and your emotional state of mind.
The dying, unborn babies are too specific-in which I'd have to ask a "dream interpreter…" or something.
Lol, it's like I constantly dream of "guilty" reminders, now. In the first fire dream, I was caught and felt terrible as newspapers published it, and as the police investigators matched the evidence to me. In the second fire dream, I pushed my mother out of the way of the fire, right at the end-as a plan to sacrifice myself to her.
So…I'm going to spend today on the computer…so I'll be around Depressiontribe. I might draw. I will play my Gameboy games…its the escapism in those games that make me feel at ease. Then, I'll probably hook my Wii back up, and start getting back into shape with Wii Fit Plus. (It does actually work if you devotedly and regularly work at it….I suppose.)
My mom and I are eating the all-American Thanksgiving meal today. I love her mashed potatoes…But. Tomorrow, she's spending Thanksgiving with dad. I would've encouraged this whether she had the plans to, or not. So on the actually Turkey Day, I'll be eating a turkey frozen entrée…which actually sounds kind of good.
I suppose that's it.
Just needed to get that out of my system…now I have to type my Blogger blog. (Which is more impersonal, but…)
Anyways, thanks for reading, today.
For you Americans…be sure to eat a lot tomorrow. For the rest of the world, enjoy your fabulous……………
enjoy your fabulous friends and family, whoever is close to you, and be nice to them. They love you, truly. 🙂
If I sound like I'm BSing, I'm sorry-but I'm being honest. At least be kind to those around you-most likely, you'll have to deal with them all through the coming winter…or er….
Nevermind. Bye now.
