My 9 weirdest and most profound dreams.
I used to not dream very much, or remember my dreams, and when i did they were very boring, like literally repeating the most boring parts of the previous waking day lol. My dad complains of something similar.
Later I got into meditation, I began to look forward to my dreams as a place of insight and even fun. I also got into lucid dreaming, or realizing that I could have free choice and control in my dreams, which i disovered before realizing that was a thing. Anyway i’ve since lessened mediation somewhat and become more about ‘living as play’ but thats another topic. Now my dreams continue to be liberated and interesting, even more so then before. I just see the dream as a continuation of the play of my waking life. it doesn’t even need to have a message, dreams for me now are often just pure fun, I don’t need a message so often to ‘fix something’ in my life, yet if there is a message now and then to help me get around a problem in waking life that can be fun too. These are some of my most profound dreams from the last 5 years when my life got more interesting. (I apologize for typos, this is sort of stream of consciousness)
I was at a spiritual event in real life, that night I dreamed I was at home or in a hotel, I looked into a mirror, only my reflection was my guru, a man i looked up too in real life, I said ‘is that you rinposhe’ but then the mirror went blank and i had no reflection. then i left my body some how.
… It was almost like the dream was telling me.. that I was my guru. that I could be anything I wanted. and that seemed to be the conclusion I ultimately reached. that i looked too much to teachations and other to tell me what to do in my life, and ultimately I was already realized, alreatred the guru, already inglighed, and when I thought I wasn’t, things just went down hill.
A small fat white cat is hiding unlearnteahd a floorboard soaking weed, then people coem in to try and ‘exterminate’ the cat, but my mom comes in pleeding and defending the cat.
Staragne because I felt I was the cat in the dream, yet I had been very buddhist at the time, and against all indulgence at the time, so it was strange to dream of myself as a weed smoking cat.
Gothic Girls’ Command
I was in a big wear house or a furniture store. I saw a blond girl dart gleefully away to my left, I couldn’t quite keep up with her, then to my right i saw a gothically dressed girl sitting on a box, black hair, black dress. she was interesting to me. she said “crawl under that floor boards” so i did. there was some crawl space. i would to whatever she needed. then i saw a spider, and she said “eat that bug”, so i did. it actually felt hard and painful somehow, it felt like a somewhat wrong choice to make. i woke up.
…interesting I felt the gothic girl was attainable for me, so I did a few semi-extreme things to please her, yet thinking back the blone girls mind frame seemed much healthier, just pure frolicking glee wandering free… yet i felt she was out of my reach. so i settled for following orders from someone who was a bit crazy.. because i felt i couldn’t have the other. but maybe i could. …. so that was my analysis, if it makes sense. for the record i love gothic style, i think the dream was more a symbolic ‘dark girl,’ an idea of a girl or an idea of how to work for success that actually instead leads me to a more literal darkness .
Far Away Planet
All of humanity had moved to this other planet. I felt the vast nothingness of space around me, and it felt like this small planet, it’s gavity my fade away at any time, and i could fall out into the vast distance of space. Im afraid of heights. And without gravity, up is down and down is up, it’s like i could be falling forever. it’s scary to feel like there is no ground anywhere. it felt like all the planets in space are crumbling and disappearing.
This one is fear of being alone, fear of outer space, and the reality of it. We people of earth are -really- surrounded by a huge vat of outer space, empty space that travels light years and light years away, and we are ~surprised~ when we feel afraid or lost!
One of the weirdest and darkerst ones, this was one of my first big dreams but i save it till now because it’s a big one.
I was watching a large airplane take off over dark and ominous skies. The takeoff seemed decent, yet soon it was clear that menacing dark mountains were below and the craft was flying low. The airplane swerved up & down, trying to stay in the air but nearly crashing into mountains multiple times. The airplane moved and curved almost like a snake or a spine. The plain was taking another dive, and had to fly underneath a suspension bridge, then immediately it pulled back up to dodge yet another mountain. For a moment I felt proud that the plain pulled this off. But then the plain immediately crashed into ANOTER even larger mountain. The plain was down, deviation… I found myself walking towards the plain to check out the wreckage. I entered the plain. There were bodies strewn all about, some even stuck to the sealing. It was a big double decker plain. I climbed up to the second floor. This is where it actually gets weird. …Strangely… this room was calm, nicely lit even. …8 men sat perfectly unharmed. They were all bald, identical looking, wearing star trek like uniforms. They all resembled Ken Wilber actually, the spiritual thinker. ..They were having a complex intellectual dialogue, oblivious of the dead below. ..There was also one old Russian woman there, she was operating a complex fortune telling device. They didn’t notice me, or seem indifferent to my presence. There dialogue was intense and brainy, the Russian woman sighed and had some counter advice for them, sort of like a loving argument… Then suddenly everyone vanished. The room was totally empty now, just me. Then the lights went out. My body went completely stiff, i couldn’t move. ..A dark shape appeared on the other side of the room. It looked almost human, or beast, but it was more like a shadow. I knew somehow, this was the thing that brought down the plain. The true reason for the crash. For some reason all I said to it was “are you coming?” Then I woke up. .. In retrospect I believe that the shadow beast represented my physical body, it was a sign I was living in conflict with my own body. the 8 men on the second floor represented my mind-mode way of living. sort of like ‘overthinking’ that may have brought down the plain, even after the plain crashed the men were still overthinking, they didn’t even notice anything bad happened. the one woman was my diminished feminine or creative energy, outnumbered by overthinking male voices. (For a while I even became fascinated with the beast, I noticed i could have these weird negative hallucinates while staring into the mirror without blinking, i would watch horror movies, and i could bring it back in my dreams… but now i see the beast more as a stress manifestation, something i needed to let go of.) In truth it didn’t feel like there was a beast there, as soon as i addressed it in conversation, it seemed to disappear. like it had never even been there, after all it was a shadow, my own shadow.
Flying after the pointless conversation:
I’m talking to a shorth round woman, gazing into her eyes, she says “how are you”, i say “things haven’t been great lately, something is wrong, i don’t know what” i hold eye contact with her as she says “you should…” “you should” it seems she’s about to give me some kind of advice, but something isn’t right somehow, i’m not sure i buy it, i feel myself energetically pulling back, taking a breath, her eyes are glazing over, she seems a bit worried or she is becoming less interesting to me somehow. ‘you should….’ she continues, like the universe is glitching a bit. i realize i was happy just gazing at her, what ever she is about to say ‘you should…’ it isn’t right some how, i don’t even know why.. her voice fades into a whisper ‘you should…… take this pill.’ then she disappears.
It was like this falseness. Whoever she was going to say, it was just like selling me something i didn’t need. What I really need was just to gaze at her, just to feel like someone was listing, for two people to be there for each other. It didn’t need to be fixed with great advice, or a pill. what ever the advice was, it was essentially similar to handing me a pill to fix something that didn’t need fixing. gazing was the cure.
And suddenly the scene changed completly, i woke up in a hotel, i was somewhere on vacation with my family, london perhaps, i felt this amazing energy in my chest. it seemed like it’s own source of gravity. i realized had felt this before, as a child, and when traveling on great vactions. suddenly my body actually floated out of bed, i was flying, the energy in my chest lifted my body, like this was the most natural thing ever, then my body charged froward, flwying through the window and across the city. passing over beautiful city scapes.
I call these streem dreams, where it’s like this role of beautify scenery just keeps automatically generating itself, i just keep walking or flying forward, and new senery keeps appearing, like a treadmill, the new scenery draws me fwoard and create a forward motion, that give my brain energy to generate more scenery, sort of like perpetual motion. the shift seemed to happen when i released i was content just gazing at her, and i didn’t have to do whatever she said i ‘should do’. gazing itself was the solution.
This dream actually really changed the way i looked at my life. I was on a trip in India when i had this dream. In the dream my co-workers were talking to this indian girl. i was watching them from a far on the second or third floor of a building. I was just gazing at the three of them, and suddenly my eyes met with the girls, she looked right at me, she lit up. An immeidalty, she actually climbed up the wall of the building, jumped in through the window and huged me.
this dream had such a profound and strait forward message. all i did was make eye contact with her, and it was like she couldn’t wait to get to me. the next day i told my co-worker “i had this dream about eyecontat and it made me think” she said “do you think we aren’t making enough eyecontat with people?” i said rezliaing it sounded like an unintintal criticism “no, well, maybe -I- am not making enough eyecontat” i felt i needed to share the realization just to get somelses feed back, or just to help it stick in my mind. That day we were trying to win over a possible business associate, i remember i just made a lot of eyecontat with this new person, thinking she was attractive, she was telling us about a lot, talking fast, and there was a lot of it i didn’t understand, i remember thinking ‘is it even right to make so much eyecontt if i don’t understand a lot of what she is saying’ yet i had this strange feeling like making all this eyecoant i woudn’t normal make, was helping the exchange of energy, after the car ride and conversatoin with this person, my co-wokers talked a lot about how positive the exchange was and how happy they felt to work with this person. all i did was make eyecontat an think that this person was nice or attractive, yet i felt the uplift in my heart that it had made a difference and this was one of our better exchanges. after that i often had this feeling like i was ‘naked’, i used to rely on words so much, but now i realized so much energy could be transmitted just between the eyes of people, and i didn’t need words as often or as much. i didn’t have to stress over saying the right thing, and that made things much easier. and when i did speak, i could enjoy it more, it because more like art, and i liked the sound of each word in my moth, i felt more emotion behind it. i noticed i could say less then i used to, but it seemed to draw more people in, like art comedy or poetry.
…i’m looking in on a church from the third person. the pews (seats) are all full. only the person giving the sermon is not a person, it is very obviously and clearly a demon, large and round with huge spikes, he’s less the ‘creepy’ demon, and more the strong and powerful looking type. he is muscular. covered in dark scales. he seems evil, yet he seems ‘knowelgebul’ as he reads from a book, perhaps his power makes him seem safe for the people listening. But i don’t trust him. I am a silent onlooker in the dream, not aware of myself. but then one person stands up, interestingly he is not totally a person, he look like he’s half human half reptilian. perhaps to imply that he is ‘imperfect’, or has some demon in him too. he is also part human. he stands up suddenly and says “I reject your way of thinking” suddenly he is pulled to the back of the room, and hung on a crucifix. his arms stretched out.. you know the deal. the demon looked at him, i don’t think another word was even uttered. the demon just looked at him from across the length of the church, the demons mouth opened wide, it extended downwards in a way that seemed creepily longer then his jaw bones should reach, exposing a black pit, his throat. then the most creepy part of all, his long purple tongue extended out in an instant, reaching 50 yards the length of the church, and stabbed him right through the heart. i actually watched him writhe in angony, and then die.
believe it or not this isn’t nessarly how i feel about church, rather it is a metaphor for my life in genril, how it feels like i am sometimes in service to a demon or something evil because it is powerful, and obeying this darkness feels ‘safe’. yet i’ve never had a dream that caputred how i felt about it all so clearly. this feels like my whole life, so why have i never had this dream before? maybe because i wasn’t aware of what i was obeying. maybe i didn’t ~want~ to be aware of it. because that’s exactly what’s most sarry about the dream, is not the demon, but all the people in the seats, listening to what is clearly a demons sermon, yet they seem contented and not to notice. Something caused this one person/repile to stand up, what was it? is it a stretch to say that… maybe it was realizing that he was part reptile himself.. that librated him.
This dream is profound and i relate to it perhaps the most because there is both a profound realization of a hidden truth, followed by a dark extreme ending. It’s strange, i still feel the man was right to stand up for him self, even though it caused his death. this is actually rather christian in a way haha. the sacrifice.
Circle of knives
I’m in a park/valley with lots of fun young people around me, i see my college house mates, i walk over to talk to them, there is some kind of exchange, but it feels distanced, ultimately i walk back and don’t join them for a seat, which is what i wanted. later i’m sitting on a trampoline (like the one in my back yard) a few friends around me. i say “i wanted to connect with them, but i couldn’t get close for some reason”. one of the friends there is a girl, she looks slightly sickly, like she has been socially isolated, or puts work first all the time over friends, she said “i have a plan”. suddenly the scenery changed compleaty, i was walking, circling around a lake, i felt a knife at my back “ow!” this game isn’t fun. i speed up. a knife at my back again “ow!” but there was no way out. there were a few others with me, each had a kife, it was some strange dangerous game. who ever was too slow got cut. It felt physically painful, in a way that went beyond the dream. what i thought was someones logical plan, my plan, someones plan, to improve my life.. was now very clearly revealing itself to be a violent circle of knives.
What’s interesting is i’ve had this dream before recurring, yet it was only the kife part… i’ve never had the earlier part of that dream with the park and the trampoline. like a prequel dream. The earlier part seems to add some new insight on what caused the second part to happen. the socially isolated girl.. is part of myself, her “plan”, is the knife fight, madness, she is willing to fight to the death, to get what she is missing. because her isolation has made her mad. I think of her as the ‘sick girl’ or rather the ‘sick mind’. The circurule nature of the knife fight seems to point to that. the game is going no where, madness. …the only solution i can think of, is when i was on the trmpline, to simply not listen to the sick minded girl. similar to the woman in the ‘you should’ dream. the girl seems ‘knowledgeable’ because she makes up for her sadness by working hard all the time. yet underneath her knowledge is pure madness that can never be satisfied if it continues. reminds me of my school life. working on projects to impress people, but it was the long and wrong way to go about getting basic love and connection. i didn’t realize or feel that i was ‘good enough’ already. her plan to prove how good i was actually took me very far from what i wanted, even though it felt productive at the time, like i had solutions, like i had answers… yet almost anything else would have been better. less plotting and planning for future approval, more having fun and self love now.