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Setting: (it shifts) A historical mini museum touristy thing. Then a furniture type place where you enter a room and it is set up to display a bed room. Kind of like IKEA, where you see different displays of the furniture and how you can decorate your room. Well, the second setting shift is like that, you run into a room and you see the bed the dresser, the closet, etc, all present but untouched because it is a display. The third shift is a small crawlspace(space capacity to hold a single person) with thin walls.
Here is the dream:
It starts off with me and a relative on the top floor of a mini museum building. I'm unpacking my suitcase and he walks into my room(the room is like a hotel), holding a big camera. "You should go check out the portraits. You run all the way across the parking lot and then you'll see it." Then my uncle walks out.
I'm still unpacking then my 6th sense goes off and my paranoia shoots sky high. "They're coming for me again" was what I mumbled to myself; I added 'again' because this is a reoccurring dream. So I'm waiting in my room. And THEY don't come for me. So I think I'm safe and I begin to leave my room. (I'm wearing a simple knee length sheer white dress, no shoes) I open my door to step out and I see them, walking around the corner to approach my room (my room is the end of the hall). I attempt to walk past them unseen, but that wasn't successful. The big, chubby one grabbed my waist like I was a football and began to haul me back to my room. The tall athletic one grabbed my arms so I didn't thrash around. The fat one, I could see his face, but only enough to tell the basics (i would not be able to identify him in a line up). But the other one who grabbed my arms...his face was shadowed over. I couldn't even tell what color was his hair. But he seemed familiar.
I then managed to free my arms, grabbed onto the doorway, kicked free, kicked them both in the balls and ran for my life.
I didn't know what I did wrong to get chased or murdered, but i did know that i couldnt die like that. i had to live. so I ran around the corner, jumped 2 flights of stairs and as i was running down the main hall, the scenery shifted; for an instant it was black, but the it came to a gloomy eerie light blue/dark blue/black contrast surrounding.
I ran past several room displays and came across a light blue 5 year old boy's room; red airplane hanging in a corner, clouds on the walls. the lighting was dim, barely any at all. i looked at the wall the bed was pushed against and saw walk in closet. the closet had a changing room door where it swung open, not meeting the floor nor ceiling.
I was about to enter that closet to hide till i looked down. a pair or feet with white socks poked out from underneath. So i went right through the small doorway, and ran into the extension of the room. There was nothing in this room(still a part of the boys decor scheme) except for the crawlspace door, cleverly hidden in a cloud. I crawled in, and held my breath.
i heard footsteps. then knocks on the wall from the bed side. then sterner knocks from the extended room side. I shifted my position, thinking they wouldnt hear me, then a screw rolled out from under me and made the loudest plink against the wall.
i held my breath, pulse in my head, and then the wall above my head was punched out. I saw the tall athletic one without a noticeable face digging the wall out to get to me, debris and pieces of wood landing on me. then i saw his face. he was my boyfriend (we've been dating 2,5 years, almost 3!). he didnt act like my boyfriend, if he knew it was me, why did he chase me?? anyway, i began to cry, still laying in the crawlspace, frozen. he just stared down at me, arm reaching over to grab mine and pull me out. before he grabbed mine, i calmly asked "do i first get a chance to explain myself?" he replied no. at that point, i couldnt give a care as to what happened to me. i just gave up.
his hand came down on my upper arm and yanked me out. i was dropped/tossed to the ground. and i just laid there, waiting to die, my dress soaked in tears and dust.
~this new twist on the ending of my dream~
the guy who looked like my bf comes up to me and holds out a few red bead looking type things in his hand. "do you know what these are?"he asked. i look at them, confused at his actions and realize he was showing me a lethal injection poison in crystal form.
"yes, why?"
"well, someone shot them at my friend here," he points to the big guy who grabbed me like a football, "and now his hand is all disfigured. they attached to him like darts..."
i examined his friend's hand and told him who created the crystal poison.
last thing i could remember was me being lifted onto my bf;s lap, him hugging me and saying sorry....
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Answer
I had to shorten my analysis a lot because Yahoo Answers doesn't like long replies...
I see all dreams as stories about elements of eternal life, so with that in mind...
> It starts off with me and a relative on the top floor of a
> mini museum building.
This "waking life" is like a museum. Nothing we do matters here, not a thing. It doesn't matter what you do, what you don't do, what you say, or what you don't say. Eternal life is coming, period.
Coming here to this temporary existence, for me, is a lot like feeling I'm on a sort of hellish vacation. That you have an "uncle" who walks out could be a symbol of mercy from this type of existence.
Eternal life is adventurous, and would seem dangerously adventurous to people like us mortals who can't handle too much adventure. The "they" are the sense of those beings (even in a fuzzy, ideological form) are coming to teach us how to live forever and live as they do.
> I added 'again' because this is a reoccurring dream.
Yes, probably trying to drill this eternal life message into you.
> So I'm waiting in my room. And THEY don't come for me.
That's much like what it is. They often don't come when you expect them to, nor do they really do what it seems like they were saying they were going to do when they finally arrive.
> So I think I'm safe and I begin to leave my room. (I'm
> wearing a simple knee length sheer white dress, no shoes) I
> open my door to step out and I see them, walking around the
> corner to approach my room (my room is the end of the hall).
Surprise! That's also how they operate.
> I attempt to walk past them unseen, but that wasn't
> successful. The big, chubby one grabbed my waist like I was
> a football and began to haul me back to my room. The tall
> athletic one grabbed my arms so I didn't thrash around.
They were still aware of your paranoia under the surface and were trying to drag you back to a safe place to put you at ease so that....
> But he seemed familiar.
....this familiarity could come to the surface. That seeming familiarity is actually elements of yourself that you're already aware of. Symbolically link up some of your deepest fantasies into this sense of familiarity to see what ideas come to mind. Then explore those.
> I then managed to free my arms, grabbed onto the doorway,
> kicked free, kicked them both in the balls and ran for my
> life. I didn't know what I did wrong to get chased or
> murdered, but I did know that I couldn't die like that. I
> had to live.
These "entities" seem to like to make it a challenge to both find eternal life and maintain your sanity. Just know that your brain does believe these experiences are happening, thereby causing adaptations in your genetic code as you sleep.
> I ran past several room displays and came across a light
> blue 5 year old boy's room;
Interesting, too, the boy's bedroom. Even biblically speaking, to enter the kingdom, we must become as children again. I see human evolution coming to that at some point. Instead of looking older and older, we'll simply age to a certain point, then stop aging physically, while continuing to gain wisdom. It is eternal life, after all.
> red airplane hanging in a corner, clouds on the walls.
The red airplane is of interest. Hitler is often seen as a major antichrist, and he once said he was going to fly throught the clouds in an airplane and land where everyone could see him.
> I was about to enter that closet to hide till I looked down.
> a pair or feet with white socks poked out from underneath.
Yes, your inner child is still "in the closet", but your closet does have a "changing room" with a door you can go into and out of. Another hint of the coming changes for human beings and our bodies.
> So I went right through the small doorway, and ran into the
> extension of the room. There was nothing in this room(still
> a part of the boys decor scheme) except for the crawlspace
> door, cleverly hidden in a cloud. I crawled in, and held my
> breath.
Links back to the red airplane and the clouds. Holding your breath is interesting, because you were in the changing room, and when I feel such changes happening to me, I often feel the natural reaction of holding my breath, as if that helps brace me for such changes. But really it doesn't seem to do that much good. It just changes how these physically transformative changes manifest.
> I heard footsteps. then knocks on the wall from the bed
> side. then sterner knocks from the extended room side. I
> shifted my position, thinking they wouldn't hear me, then a
> screw rolled out from under me and made the loudest plink
> against the wall.
They were having fun with you again, knocking on the walls. The screw is indicative of some kind of sexuality, though not just your plain vanilla sex. The loud plink against the wall related to the knocking on the walls, and was meant to wake you up some more. Waking up isn't an "all at once" process, but seems to happen in stages or layers.
> I held my breath, pulse in my head, and then the wall above
> my head was punched out. I saw the tall athletic one
> without a noticeable face digging the wall out to get to me,
> debris and pieces of wood landing on me. then I saw his
> face. he was my boyfriend (we've been dating 2,5 years,
> almost 3!).
The dream was trying to build up your trust in the process in this point, by introducing some familiarity back into the scene.
> he didn't act like my boyfriend, if he knew it was me, why
> did he chase me?? anyway, I began to cry, still laying in
> the crawlspace, frozen. he just stared down at me, arm
> reaching over to grab mine and pull me out. before he
> grabbed mine, I calmly asked "do I first get a chance to
> explain myself?" he replied no.
Right. As I mentioned earlier, it doesn't matter what you did, what you said, who you did what to. There is no need to explain any of it. Eternal life is coming for all of us, and it both comes through dreams, as well as hallucinations and "hearing voices" while we're awake.
> at that point, I couldn't give a care as to what happened to
> me. I just gave up.
Yes, that's about what it's like! lol
> his hand came down on my upper arm and yanked me out. I was
> dropped/tossed to the ground. and I just laid there,
> waiting to die, my dress soaked in tears and dust.
That's about what my own daily life is like now... just waiting.
~this new twist on the ending of my dream~
> the guy who looked like my bf comes up to me and holds out a
> few red bead looking type things in his hand.
Red beads, red airplanes, recurring dream, like beads, each bead being another instance of the dream.
> "do you know what these are?"he asked. I look at them,
> confused at his actions and realize he was showing me a
> lethal injection poison in crystal form.
Yes, that makes sense. It feels like death chasing us, but in fact, we're pretty much already dead. The lethal injection looks like crystals because to those who are already living in death, any approaching death would actually be life. We are being resurrected, not killed, hence the crystal symbolism.
> "yes, why?" "well, someone shot them at my friend here," he
> points to the big guy who grabbed me like a football, "and
> now his hand is all disfigured. they attached to him like
> darts..." I examined his friend's hand and told him who
> created the crystal poison.
The crystal injection is immortality. We are essentially immortal now, but disfigured because we don't really believe that we can live forever yet. But that belief will grow as more dreams and intuition give more evidence of it.
> last thing I could remember was me being lifted onto my bf;s
> lap, him hugging me and saying sorry....
Yeah, there doesn't seem to be much that these dream entities can do to drill the truth into us. We just have to figure it out as we go along, but as each day passes, the potential for "getting it" seems to grow, thereby increasing the dynamics of experiences and dreams. But for me, the actual physically-redeeming changes seem to be operating more like clockwork than through will power.
Your boyfriend's apology was that element of trust reintroduced and his apology was for not being able to present a clearer dream. Our brains have some degree of control over what we can dream about, because our brains know what our bodies are physiologically capable of handling without short-ciruiting and simply dying on us. It's a self-preservation scheme. As your boyfriend said, "sorry", but that's the way it is. Knowing that, however, should give you some more mental wiggle room, I'd think.
I had to shorten my analysis a lot because Yahoo Answers doesn't like long replies...
I see all dreams as stories about elements of eternal life, so with that in mind...
> It starts off with me and a relative on the top floor of a
> mini museum building.
This "waking life" is like a museum. Nothing we do matters here, not a thing. It doesn't matter what you do, what you don't do, what you say, or what you don't say. Eternal life is coming, period.
Coming here to this temporary existence, for me, is a lot like feeling I'm on a sort of hellish vacation. That you have an "uncle" who walks out could be a symbol of mercy from this type of existence.
Eternal life is adventurous, and would seem dangerously adventurous to people like us mortals who can't handle too much adventure. The "they" are the sense of those beings (even in a fuzzy, ideological form) are coming to teach us how to live forever and live as they do.
> I added 'again' because this is a reoccurring dream.
Yes, probably trying to drill this eternal life message into you.
> So I'm waiting in my room. And THEY don't come for me.
That's much like what it is. They often don't come when you expect them to, nor do they really do what it seems like they were saying they were going to do when they finally arrive.
> So I think I'm safe and I begin to leave my room. (I'm
> wearing a simple knee length sheer white dress, no shoes) I
> open my door to step out and I see them, walking around the
> corner to approach my room (my room is the end of the hall).
Surprise! That's also how they operate.
> I attempt to walk past them unseen, but that wasn't
> successful. The big, chubby one grabbed my waist like I was
> a football and began to haul me back to my room. The tall
> athletic one grabbed my arms so I didn't thrash around.
They were still aware of your paranoia under the surface and were trying to drag you back to a safe place to put you at ease so that....
> But he seemed familiar.
....this familiarity could come to the surface. That seeming familiarity is actually elements of yourself that you're already aware of. Symbolically link up some of your deepest fantasies into this sense of familiarity to see what ideas come to mind. Then explore those.
> I then managed to free my arms, grabbed onto the doorway,
> kicked free, kicked them both in the balls and ran for my
> life. I didn't know what I did wrong to get chased or
> murdered, but I did know that I couldn't die like that. I
> had to live.
These "entities" seem to like to make it a challenge to both find eternal life and maintain your sanity. Just know that your brain does believe these experiences are happening, thereby causing adaptations in your genetic code as you sleep.
> I ran past several room displays and came across a light
> blue 5 year old boy's room;
Interesting, too, the boy's bedroom. Even biblically speaking, to enter the kingdom, we must become as children again. I see human evolution coming to that at some point. Instead of looking older and older, we'll simply age to a certain point, then stop aging physically, while continuing to gain wisdom. It is eternal life, after all.
> red airplane hanging in a corner, clouds on the walls.
The red airplane is of interest. Hitler is often seen as a major antichrist, and he once said he was going to fly throught the clouds in an airplane and land where everyone could see him.
> I was about to enter that closet to hide till I looked down.
> a pair or feet with white socks poked out from underneath.
Yes, your inner child is still "in the closet", but your closet does have a "changing room" with a door you can go into and out of. Another hint of the coming changes for human beings and our bodies.
> So I went right through the small doorway, and ran into the
> extension of the room. There was nothing in this room(still
> a part of the boys decor scheme) except for the crawlspace
> door, cleverly hidden in a cloud. I crawled in, and held my
> breath.
Links back to the red airplane and the clouds. Holding your breath is interesting, because you were in the changing room, and when I feel such changes happening to me, I often feel the natural reaction of holding my breath, as if that helps brace me for such changes. But really it doesn't seem to do that much good. It just changes how these physically transformative changes manifest.
> I heard footsteps. then knocks on the wall from the bed
> side. then sterner knocks from the extended room side. I
> shifted my position, thinking they wouldn't hear me, then a
> screw rolled out from under me and made the loudest plink
> against the wall.
They were having fun with you again, knocking on the walls. The screw is indicative of some kind of sexuality, though not just your plain vanilla sex. The loud plink against the wall related to the knocking on the walls, and was meant to wake you up some more. Waking up isn't an "all at once" process, but seems to happen in stages or layers.
> I held my breath, pulse in my head, and then the wall above
> my head was punched out. I saw the tall athletic one
> without a noticeable face digging the wall out to get to me,
> debris and pieces of wood landing on me. then I saw his
> face. he was my boyfriend (we've been dating 2,5 years,
> almost 3!).
The dream was trying to build up your trust in the process in this point, by introducing some familiarity back into the scene.
> he didn't act like my boyfriend, if he knew it was me, why
> did he chase me?? anyway, I began to cry, still laying in
> the crawlspace, frozen. he just stared down at me, arm
> reaching over to grab mine and pull me out. before he
> grabbed mine, I calmly asked "do I first get a chance to
> explain myself?" he replied no.
Right. As I mentioned earlier, it doesn't matter what you did, what you said, who you did what to. There is no need to explain any of it. Eternal life is coming for all of us, and it both comes through dreams, as well as hallucinations and "hearing voices" while we're awake.
> at that point, I couldn't give a care as to what happened to
> me. I just gave up.
Yes, that's about what it's like! lol
> his hand came down on my upper arm and yanked me out. I was
> dropped/tossed to the ground. and I just laid there,
> waiting to die, my dress soaked in tears and dust.
That's about what my own daily life is like now... just waiting.
~this new twist on the ending of my dream~
> the guy who looked like my bf comes up to me and holds out a
> few red bead looking type things in his hand.
Red beads, red airplanes, recurring dream, like beads, each bead being another instance of the dream.
> "do you know what these are?"he asked. I look at them,
> confused at his actions and realize he was showing me a
> lethal injection poison in crystal form.
Yes, that makes sense. It feels like death chasing us, but in fact, we're pretty much already dead. The lethal injection looks like crystals because to those who are already living in death, any approaching death would actually be life. We are being resurrected, not killed, hence the crystal symbolism.
> "yes, why?" "well, someone shot them at my friend here," he
> points to the big guy who grabbed me like a football, "and
> now his hand is all disfigured. they attached to him like
> darts..." I examined his friend's hand and told him who
> created the crystal poison.
The crystal injection is immortality. We are essentially immortal now, but disfigured because we don't really believe that we can live forever yet. But that belief will grow as more dreams and intuition give more evidence of it.
> last thing I could remember was me being lifted onto my bf;s
> lap, him hugging me and saying sorry....
Yeah, there doesn't seem to be much that these dream entities can do to drill the truth into us. We just have to figure it out as we go along, but as each day passes, the potential for "getting it" seems to grow, thereby increasing the dynamics of experiences and dreams. But for me, the actual physically-redeeming changes seem to be operating more like clockwork than through will power.
Your boyfriend's apology was that element of trust reintroduced and his apology was for not being able to present a clearer dream. Our brains have some degree of control over what we can dream about, because our brains know what our bodies are physiologically capable of handling without short-ciruiting and simply dying on us. It's a self-preservation scheme. As your boyfriend said, "sorry", but that's the way it is. Knowing that, however, should give you some more mental wiggle room, I'd think.
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i have a 10 month old baby boy and am moving in to a new home. anyone have any suggestions how to decorate his room? i need ideas on colors to paint it and themes...maybe even something specific could have painted on walls.
thanks for the creative help!!!!
Answer
My twins are one year old and I painted their room a Dinosaur theme. Green, Blue and white stripes on bottom, about 3 ft up and around room. Chair rail with dinosaurs stencil (traced and cut out my own) just above chair rail with the word dinosaur and roar to go around the room. Love it and it is a decor that can grow with them. It is not to babyish and not scary dinosaur. I won't have to repaint it for a long time.
Another idea I wanted to do is a transportation theme room. (cars, trucks, trains, airplane....)
My twins are one year old and I painted their room a Dinosaur theme. Green, Blue and white stripes on bottom, about 3 ft up and around room. Chair rail with dinosaurs stencil (traced and cut out my own) just above chair rail with the word dinosaur and roar to go around the room. Love it and it is a decor that can grow with them. It is not to babyish and not scary dinosaur. I won't have to repaint it for a long time.
Another idea I wanted to do is a transportation theme room. (cars, trucks, trains, airplane....)
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