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from disturbed dreamer to SOMETHING CREEPY-WHAT DOES IT MEAN? I had a recurring nightmare for ten years that left me feeling a lot like yours did you.for a long time I thought it was demons because they were so terrifying.the awareness of some powerful and scarry 'thing'would cause me to sort of 'wake up',but not really.i felt terrified of this presence and tried to run from it before it could grab me,but I never got away.i would call out over and over for help but no one heard me.then ,this presence'would grab me around my ribs and dig its fingers into me while pushing me further and further down into the mattress.im so completely helpless and terrified,and would wake up crying.i dreaded going to sleep.i know now that it was about something that I lived with when I was small that was terrifying and I had no controll over or way out.im pretty sure the 'presence'was actually my dad,but thats another story.was there maybe a scarry person in your past thats come back?
THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY: my dream
one day I had a very bad dream I was dead then I lived it scared me alot the end
THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY: Shayla
I have always been fascinated with dreams and dreaming. I think that they are very good tools for becoming aware of deep-rooted issues that we need to work on. That said, let me share a few of my dreams, and some experiences related to them. This first dream began almost as soon as I entered the State's foster care program. After having been adopted by my grandmother's sister, I was sexually abused by my newly adopted father's brother. The man was old, I believe in his sixties, and was responsible for watching me a few nights each week. There was a television program called Red Shoe Diaries that he enjoyed watching when I was with him. He also had a drawer full of Playboy magazines. I'm sure it doesn't take a huge stretch of the imagination to see where that went, but I will delete those details because they are not specifically related to the dream I wish to share. I decided to tell a school counsellor about what was going on. She was required by law to have a so-called investigation done. A police officer took me over to the man's house, and asked him, with me present, if he had been having sex with me. Of course the man said no. A few days later, my adopted mother told the counsellor that I was a malicious liar and that I had threatened to set myself on fire in a suicide attempt. This was untrue, but I was put into a children's mental hospital anyway. I felt like a caged animal. Absolutely trapped, with no outlet for free expression whatsoever. No one believed me. One of the staff members there was an incredible man named Tony, who taught me to play chess, and taught me that there are wonderful men in this world. I was only 11 years old, and did not understand the lesson then, but I do now. Anyway, Tony loaned me a tape to listen to, because I was having trouble sleeping. I have never been able to find this music, despite years of searching, but it has been forever imprinted in my mind. The music was very dramatic, and I began having this dream almost immediately. I firmly believe that music is a great way to induce a dream that desperately seeks to come out. As the dream begins, I am cold, beaten, and lying completely still on hard ground. I see the entrance of a cave, and go in. I hear deep voices of men chanting a secret ritual. I creep around a wall, and crouch above them on a ledge. There are 12 or 13 of them, in a circle around an alter. There are dead animals everywhere, mosty cattle, blood spilled everywhere. As I am sitting there, trying not to make a sound, a small pebble loosens beneath my feet, and quietly tumbles down the wall. Their shadow-song stops, and in unison they all turn to stare at me. They wear black robes with deep cowls, and I can only see a faint glimmer where their eyes are. They rise together, and begin to fly up toward me, ever so slowly and deliberately. I stand and turn, no longer feeling my wounds. I begin to run, up a twisted path along the ledge, and it begins to become a corridor. I continue running, knowing that they are gaining on me. I reach a dark stone wall. I turn around and they overcome me. Here, the music ends, and I awaken. As I grew older, I began to realize that this dream was a metaphor of my experiences with becoming a foster child. Foster child is a loose, and ill-fitting word for it. Most foster children are actually sent to institutions, whether they need that sort of help or not. Often they are sent to juvenile detention centers, mental hospitals, and homeless shelters. I lived in all of the above. The entire time I was in the State's custody, I felt trapped. I was thrown around, like an unwanted doll. I was told that I should be this and do that. I was told that I would never get anywhere in life. I was told how horrible and worthless I was. I was eaten alive by the very people who were supposedly saving me from an abusive home. I will continue this in another post.
THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY: Shayla
Then, the healing process began. I got myself emancipated from the Sate when I was 17 years old. Clueless, and hopelessly oppressed, I had no where to go. I had a GED, and no options. I met a recruiter from the National Guard, and he told me that they were accepting recruits with GEDs. So I signed up. I went to basic training, but still had no idea of who I was. I had begun studying astrology and tarot cards, but I was hanging out with Punks and Skinheads. Please note- I was with anti-racist skinheads. While I was lost and confused, I never became racist. Anyway, while I was in Basic training, I was in nothing but trouble from day one. I gave my drill sergeants hell, and even through a board at one. For some reason they put up with me. 5 days before I completed basic training, I was given a Physical Training test. The drill sergeant claimed that I took 25 minutes to do my 2 mile run. This was untrue. I had come in just a few seconds before another person, and she made it in 18 minutes, twenty seconds. To keep things simple, I was given an entry-level separation, and told I could come back when I got my head on straight. I did not realize it then, but they were giving me a chance to get my head on straight, because they knew I could do and be something better if I was not in the military. I went on a two year soul-search. I began to study astrology more seriously, and develop some thoughts and ideas on my own. For once, I had an opinion. And I was learning that I had a CHOICE. I was surprised when I had the previously posted dream again during this time period. I realized immediately that it was a test of my ability to choose my own path. P.S. The above dream was recurring- I had it nightly for years, and it stopped almost immediately after I got out of the system. Well, in the new dream, as I reached the point at which the pebble slips out from beneath me, I was now dressed as a Valkyrie. I put my right hand out, and glowed brilliantly with a radiant light. The dark figures fell beneath me, and I knew that I had taken control of my own destiny.
THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY: Shayla
My dreams today These days I have all sorts of vivid dreams. They range in intensity, color, light, and content as greatly as my imagination can allow. Given the fact that I have begun to allow myself the freedom to imagine all sorts of things to great detail, I am allowed a vast spectrum of images. I would like to discuss a dream that I had recently. First, let me explain the reality behind the dream. I am femlae, in case you hadn't guessed. My menstruation cycle has never been what is considered normal. While I have not been diagnosed, I believe I have PCOS- PolyCystic Ovary Syndrome. All of my symptoms are compatible with this. Sure I have had a number of incompetent nurse practitioners tell me that I could be going through menopause, or that I just haven't gone through puberty. I am 21, and don't believe either story is very believable. Anyway, this is a bit of an issue for me, because I do not like not knowing what is going on. In any case, I have been told for sure that I am unable to bear children. As a side note, while in foster care, I was given a large number of medications, for various so-called mental dysfunctions. I never did like that, especially since I alwasy knew that the only thing wrong with me was the State imposed handicap of force-fed religion and drugs. Anyway, let's get on to the dream, shall we? There were three of me. I have named them Watcher, Worker, and Dead. In the dream, I am Watcher, and I am observing myself perform an operation on myself. In the beginning, I am in a room, with an unseen observer or guardian or whatever. We are standing behind a window, watching Worker me operate on a Dead me in a tank. Dead me is in a water-filled tank, with my torso cut from mid collar-bone to pelvis. The flesh is being held out to the sides by some thin threads that are attached to the walls of the tank, allowing easy access to Worker me. There is a dead, grey baby curled up in my uterus. Keep in mind, I am conscious on all levels in this dream- as each of the participants at the same time, with an unhuman awareness of each unique situation. Worker me is trying to get the baby out of Dead me. In the water, out of nowhere appears a pill. Watcher me asks, what is that? The unseen observer says simply "Klonopin." I was prescribed Klonopin for migraines at one point during foster care. Dead me looks at it and says, "But I feel no pain." Worker me wishes it to disappear, and it blinks out of existence. As it does, all of Me are transported to another area. It is a grassy field with a blue-green-and pink sky. Dead me is bent over, holding my ankles. My torso is now intact. There are Goddesses on all sides. I ask the Unseen Observer who they are. The Observer replies, "Chaos is below you, rotting the very earth she lies upon. She will take from you all of the doubts and turmoil that is within you. Strength is behind you. She will push you through this test. Courage is beside you. She will carry you when you are on the verge of failure. Wisdom is ahead of you. You will embrace her as you finish this task." Worker begins to make a deep incision, from the middle of the inner left thigh, through the genital area, and down to the middle of the inner right thigh. Dead me notices, as she is bent over, nearly face to face with Chaos, all of the Goddesses have my face. Watcher me asks, "why am I cutting me this way?" Unseen Observer says, "to give birth to yourself." Here is where I woke up, and I have been unable to recall the dream. Perhaps this is because there are no further lessons to be learned from it, or perhaps I've not yet finished the lesson begun in the dream. This was almost a year ago. I will begin college on Monday, which has long been an unnattainlable dream for me. I managed to come up with the money, and I will finally be able to work toward that degree in Psychology that I feel is so vital to me pursueing my goals and dreams in life. As I close here, let me add a quote. I do not remember its source, but it has long been one of my favorites. "Close your eyes to find the world within. Open them to extend its boundaries." I have long had my eyes closed, and I believe I am now fully prepared to open them.
THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY: Shayla
Just a note to some of you: Some of you have described a feeling of being unable to move, breathe, speak, etc. in a dream or dream-like state. These are symptoms of Sleep-paralysis. You might talk to your doctor about this. It is fairly common, and easily treated. Also, there are a lot of discussions about teeth falling out. As an astrologer, I have met a lot of people who have a dream like yours. Often, these are people who feel unable to speak their mind, or people who feel like they are unable to express themselves in some way. Perhaps you have been wanting to take up photography or music or something, and just haven't been able to. Perhaps you would love to try your hand at acting, but fear public speaking. All of these things are issues that you can easily deal with. When you have a dream of you teeth falling out, immediately begin to think about what is going on in your life. How are you wanting to express yourself? This may not be an artistic thing, either. Just as often, I have had clients who just really wanted to tell their boss, husband, co-worker, etc. that they are sick of fill-in-the-blank. Usually, when they find the courage to do so, the dream goes away. Dreams are gifts from your Psyche to your Self. Use them as tools for education and self-improvement, and you will find bed-time much more rewarding! Sweet Dreams, Shayla
THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY: nicki
i dreamt I was in my mothers car. I was sitting up front, she was driving. we were surrounded by wolves. everywhere we went, there were more. I felt a deep fear as tho I were going to die. I woke up almost immediatly to my sister saying she had woken up covered in mice.
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