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I’ve dreamt of little girls before and I’ve found they symbolize either myself or women who are close to me or are religious in nature. These past two nights, I’ve had dreams with the same little boy and a faceless man.

Unfortunately, this faceless man is not the man I’ve been dreaming about all these years. He’s more mysteriously handsome than comfortably familiar. Everything the ‘me’ in my dream knows about him isn’t shared with my consciousness. Yet, I’m aware how close we are as two people. We are friends with a great deal of history.

As the little boy watches me in one dream and follows him in the next, I am almost convinced of who they are. They are one person, someone I’ve been thinking about lately. Someone… I’ve come to worry about more and more.

Or it could be the effects of watching Beaty and the Beast 2017 film.

Still, I don’t think so. My mind has been plagued by this person for quite some time and if he were to be these two figures in my dreams, I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s not my first time dreaming about him.

I loved him once upon a time, like a possibility then like a brother. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on March 21, 2017 in Dream Diary

 

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Secrets untold

This is a short one as I don’t remember most of it. Here’s what I recall…

In a house I’ve dreamed of before, there I sat. It was a curious feeling of fear and familiarity. Strangely with me was my eldest sister and a shadowed figure. I remember being told to do something and immediately doing it. (At a certain point, it parallels this morning’s event in the real world.) I was holding a book, ready to hand it over. I have the thought of opening it, but before I could either, I was awoken.

My sister in the dream had a secret she could not say and I know of this from the feeling I got within the dream. Also, I too had a secret I could not say nor remember.

I have many unsaid things that lurk in the shadows of my mind. Which of them did I fear and have kept before, is what I would like to ask.

And who was the one without a face?

 
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Posted by on July 14, 2014 in Dream Diary

 

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Useless

I had this god awful dream.

What does “god awful” mean? It just came out of my mouth like vomit.

But I was dreaming and it made my head hurt. The top of my head throbbed as I dreamed of blur. There were people, I knew that, but things were blurry and unfocused.

When I was growing up, I wished for dreams that I could escape to because life could never be good as dreams. That’s the preconception of a child. That’s also a reckless wish, now that I think about it. Escaping is just another word for running away desperately from reality.

Well, I don’t recall the dream anymore, but the feeling of being in a nightmare… that never leaves you.

Have you ever had a dream where nothing but the feeling is vivid?

 
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Posted by on February 25, 2014 in Dream Meanings

 

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