Dreams in Hello.
- Nov. 5, 2014, 10:08 a.m.
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I know other people’s dreams are incredibly boring, so please don’t feel obliged to read or comment, I’ve just put this here for my benefit so I can try and figure out what it’s about.
I don’t believe in dream interpretation, I think that dreams are very personal, so to one person a dream about spiders might be scary, but to me it’s exciting. So no need to try and interpret this because that’s all bunkum.
I had the same dream twice that I can remember. I’m getting little flashbacks of having it a third time, but I can’t remember it enough to write down.
In the first dream, there was a wolf loose around Keswick. Everyone was terrified, including me, but I quickly found out the wolf liked me and followed me around. It was apparent that no one wanted to come near me while I had the wolf hanging around me, but I was torn because I really loved the wolf, but I didn’t want to be excluded from everyone else as well. I was also very scared of the wolf because I didn’t really trust it enough to pet it, because I’d seen it attack other people. So in the end I managed to trap it in a public toilet, made it give me its paw and I cut its front foot off so it couldn’t run away. I remember that bit upsetting me, that the wolf had completely trusted me, but I still maimed it anyway. After that I walked away and was praised by everyone, but I also felt compelled to keep looking over my shoulder because I knew the wolf was mad and wanted to come looking for me. I didn’t know if anyone had let it out of the toilet either.
The second dream was more or less identical, I was hanging around in a graveyard with a bunch of goths. I had a Border collie this time and it was most definitely my dog because it wouldn’t let anyone get close to me. (It wasn’t Meg or any dog that I recognised!) Everyone got sick of me and my dog, so I took it for a walk…other dogs were terrified of it because it was so vicious and as I rounded the corner, we went past a farm that had loads of Border terriers that set upon my dog and attacked it, so I quickly ran away while it was preoccupied. Again, I was terrified of the dog, but loved it and felt honoured that it had chosen me to be its owner. I think the terriers killed my dog and again I felt bad that I’d left it to be hurt like that.
I didn’t feel scared or angry when I woke up, I just felt very calm and accepting.
My brain is definitely trying to tell me SOMETHING!
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