[cascadecombo]

I was thinking of this thread the other day. I remembered that I have a somewhat common theme at times. It's not very often but it's specific enough when I wake up from these dreams I have to check.

I have quasi nightmares where my teeth rot out. They fall out, get smashed, or just crumble in my mouth. These dreams are always quite vivid, makes me wonder why they reoccur.

[Cr33pin]

I used to have lucid dreams through out my life. When I had them as a kid I would go to the local department store and buy all kinds of Nintendo games... then upon waking up I would be super sad that it was all but a dream. As I had them when I was older I would track down and bang chicks... there is a fine line in controlling your lucid dreams, if you create and do to much you will start to awaken.

I also have had some dreams that predict things the following day. Lot's of small examples of this but also a few big examples including one I wrote down (I used to keep a dream diary) and parts of it manifested later that day an I was able to show my GF when I got home that I dreamed and documented these events that morning. I believe there is a 6th sense or something that humans can have... but not like calling Miss Cleo and having her give you your future over the phone. I also had a few dreams where when I woke up I had this feeling I can't explain and know something is wrong... one of those times was the morning of September 11th 2001...

[Elster]

Many of my dreams play out as video games with switching POV's. Sometimes I even get credits rolling!
Smells are quite vivid in them too which is funny as I am primarily a visual person

[RIslander]

I had a dream this morning where I was back in 5th grade and Hillary was the teacher. I was in the back row with a bunch of the trouble makers so we started sneaking around and shooting spitballs at her. Finally she screamed at us to get back in our chairs. We sat there for a few minutes then started trolling her again.

My 5th grade teacher was an angry old witch whose husband left her. She hated the boys in the class.

I wonder what the interpretation of that is...

[Sherman]

Some times I have dreams with songs. If I wake up and still remember the tune, I record it and store it on my computer.

I had a recent dream where people were having a party on the beach. And everyone was singing, over and over again:

"You let go when you live. You let go when you die".

[PainPositive]

I'm in Afghanistan on a patrol. We are in a firefight. I'm looking to my left and to my right, I see everyone in my platoon is on line and behind cover. I look to my best friend and he has a blank expression on his face. He stands up slowly from behind his cover. I scream for him to get down. His head explodes. I look to my teammates they all have the same blank expression my friend had. They stand one by one and are shot in the head. I'm screaming and yelling but they don't hear me. My voice is muffled. I watch them all die one at a time. I'm begging and I'm crying. "I love you" someone says. I thought it was me but I'm not sure. They are all dead but their eyes are open and they are looking at me. Sgt. Sanchez stares at me. I'm alone now but I see a mountain. I start to climb. With each step I get smaller and younger My rifle is heavy my boots don't fit. My helmet is too big. My uniform is huge. I'm about eight years old. I reach the top of the mountain or hill and my father is there. He has a yellow hardhat and a tool belt on. He's working. I start yelling at him that it's all his fault my friends died. He looks up at me and points to something. Sometimes he laughs.

I used to have this dream a lot now it's only once or twice a year.

[Goldin Boy]

Usually I do this own my own but I had an odd lucid dream earlier this week.

Middle of the afternoon and I'm in a bank waiting on line. Everyone's in formal business attire. I can't see what I'm wearing. I'm having an elderly chat with a Blonde 6 behind me. Out of blue dozens of zombies barge through front door. The zombies are all wearing formal business attire too. I seriously doubt they're there make withdrawals. They look like Walking Dead style zombies but they can run like regular people. Everyone, me included, start losing their shit and screaming. The security guard is shooting at them.

I hear a sound behind me turn around it's Stephen Amell in his Green Arrow costume standing in an empty teller window. I stare in awe and whisper incredulously: "Oliver Queen?" He fires arrows at the zombies while he tells us stoically: "Go to safety."

I grab the 6 and we, and some others, run down a long hallway past the teller stations. Turn around and see dapper zombies sprinting after us. All the rooms look the same: Feels like we've been running down the same hall for hours. We reach an unlocked wooden door. I open it and look around: It's a dead-end room with high grey stone walls and fresh grass on the floor. I spot a fire escape above the door and start climbing it. I look down and see the zombies looking up at me, the other people are gone. Then I woke up panting and sweating like I just ran a marathon.

I've been disputing some deposits with my bank the last week so I think that frustration is manifesting itself in my subconscious. And I've been binge-watching Arrow. But I feel the long hallway, the ladder, the well-dressed zombies chasing me all mean something but I cannot put my finger on it.

[Ringo]

(09-25-2016 09:41 AM)cascadecombo Wrote:  

I was thinking of this thread the other day. I remembered that I have a somewhat common theme at times. It's not very often but it's specific enough when I wake up from these dreams I have to check.

I have quasi nightmares where my teeth rot out. They fall out, get smashed, or just crumble in my mouth. These dreams are always quite vivid, makes me wonder why they reoccur.

Are you self conscious about your mouth, teeth or breath, i.e. has anyone ever told you you have bad breath? Or were you made fun of for wearing braces in school?

Do you live a stressful lifestyle? (Stressed people often clench their jaws.)

Do you grind your teeth at night?

Have you had your wisdom teeth pulled out?

These are all "local" factors that could be playing into your perception of your mouth and teeth. Hence my first post in this thread - it's very hard to analyse a dream without understanding the background of the dreamer.

Fascinating subject nevertheless.

[RIslander]

I'm reminded of that diner scene from Heat. I can't find the part where they talk about the dream though.

[Roosh]

(09-25-2016 02:30 PM)Goldin Boy Wrote:  

Usually I do this own my own but I had an odd lucid dream earlier this week.

Middle of the afternoon and I'm in a bank waiting on line. Everyone's in formal business attire. I can't see what I'm wearing. I'm having an elderly chat with a Blonde 6 behind me. Out of blue dozens of zombies barge through front door. The zombies are all wearing formal business attire too. I seriously doubt they're there make withdrawals. They look like Walking Dead style zombies but they can run like regular people. Everyone, me included, start losing their shit and screaming. The security guard is shooting at them.

I hear a sound behind me turn around it's Stephen Amell in his Green Arrow costume standing in an empty teller window. I stare in awe and whisper incredulously: "Oliver Queen?" He fires arrows at the zombies while he tells us stoically: "Go to safety."

I grab the 6 and we, and some others, run down a long hallway past the teller stations. Turn around and see dapper zombies sprinting after us. All the rooms look the same: Feels like we've been running down the same hall for hours. We reach an unlocked wooden door. I open it and look around: It's a dead-end room with high grey stone walls and fresh grass on the floor. I spot a fire escape above the door and start climbing it. I look down and see the zombies looking up at me, the other people are gone. Then I woke up panting and sweating like I just ran a marathon.

I've been disputing some deposits with my bank the last week so I think that frustration is manifesting itself in my subconscious. And I've been binge-watching Arrow. But I feel the long hallway, the ladder, the well-dressed zombies chasing me all mean something but I cannot put my finger on it.

The dream is your anxiety from having to compete with successful men for women who are not that great.

[Roosh]

(09-25-2016 02:06 PM)PainPositive Wrote:  

I'm in Afghanistan on a patrol. We are in a firefight. I'm looking to my left and to my right, I see everyone in my platoon is on line and behind cover. I look to my best friend and he has a blank expression on his face. He stands up slowly from behind his cover. I scream for him to get down. His head explodes. I look to my teammates they all have the same blank expression my friend had. They stand one by one and are shot in the head. I'm screaming and yelling but they don't hear me. My voice is muffled. I watch them all die one at a time. I'm begging and I'm crying. "I love you" someone says. I thought it was me but I'm not sure. They are all dead but their eyes are open and they are looking at me. Sgt. Sanchez stares at me. I'm alone now but I see a mountain. I start to climb. With each step I get smaller and younger My rifle is heavy my boots don't fit. My helmet is too big. My uniform is huge. I'm about eight years old. I reach the top of the mountain or hill and my father is there. He has a yellow hardhat and a tool belt on. He's working. I start yelling at him that it's all his fault my friends died. He looks up at me and points to something. Sometimes he laughs.

I used to have this dream a lot now it's only once or twice a year.

You feel a sense of helplessness for not being able to help those closest to you. You may have doubts about an event in the past where you wonder if you could have done more to help someone who was hurt or killed. The mountain scene is your mind's effort at relieving personal guilt and trying to place it someone else, in this case your father, whose guidance or instruction may have led to a certain path.

[Roosh]

(09-25-2016 01:24 PM)RIslander Wrote:  

I had a dream this morning where I was back in 5th grade and Hillary was the teacher. I was in the back row with a bunch of the trouble makers so we started sneaking around and shooting spitballs at her. Finally she screamed at us to get back in our chairs. We sat there for a few minutes then started trolling her again.

My 5th grade teacher was an angry old witch whose husband left her. She hated the boys in the class.

I wonder what the interpretation of that is...

Dream shows your rebellious dynamic with authority figures. You push the limit to disobedience but eventually comply. You are probably a type that tests people to see how much you can get away with.

[Roosh]

(09-05-2016 12:33 PM)Zeroblack Wrote:  

I just had a weird dream last night that I couldn't stop thinking about because it was the sort of dream that never happened before. At the risk of ridicule, I'll post it here for you guys to read.

I don't remember how it started but there was a blonde cougar-ish teacher sitting in my lap while speaking on the phone with her husband. It was clear she was cheating on him with me because I was all over her and it seemed like she liked it.
I remember feeling the happiest I've felt in a long time and very primal. It was really, kind of, a simple and pure emotion. No confusion about what I was doing on my part.

Anyway, next thing I know, I'm in her bedroom waiting for her to come home. I don't know why I did that but someone comes home and I see her husband coming up the stairs. I jump out the second story window and run out.

That was a weird dream. I tried to search for any kind of meaning on the internet but all links talk about women having affairs with married men.
Any guesses about what it could have meant would be nice to hear but I just wanted to share it on this thread.

You enjoy the pleasure of non-committal sex with involved women but innately know it is dangerous/risky and something you need to be careful about concealing.

[MidniteSpecial]

I had a dream few years ago I was on 42nd street in the Bank of America building lobby. A book fell from the sky and landed in front of my feet.

The title read "prepare"

I woke up in a sweat, looked at the clock and the time was 3:33.

[chakalaka]

(09-25-2016 08:21 AM)Roosh Wrote:  

I've started having dreams within dreams.

I wake up from a dream into a city I'm not living in, absolutely certain that it's real, but then later I wake up from that. The fact that my brain can handle three levels of reality is unnerving. It makes me wonder why a human brain is able to do that, and if my current level of reality is the true reality.

Sometimes I wake up from my dream into a empty room that is not a dream but not yet reality. Then after a few moment of struggle to open my eyes I finally wake up for good. One time this happened with my eyes open where I could only see my surroundings but not move my body.

Maybe it´s due to all the traveling. It´s not only traveling. You continuously force your brain to adapt to completely new realities/countries/cultures. Since you don´t do breaks, but mostly immerse in the culture. Your brain thinks he´s in Poland and wakes up in Hungary. Had something similar to this when I was in Iceland. This was a turning point from game for me. Also try to cut yourself from politics/news/internet for a day or two.

[cascadecombo]

(09-25-2016 03:06 PM)Ringo Wrote:  

Are you self conscious about your mouth, teeth or breath, i.e. has anyone ever told you you have bad breath? Or were you made fun of for wearing braces in school?

Do you live a stressful lifestyle? (Stressed people often clench their jaws.)

Do you grind your teeth at night?

Have you had your wisdom teeth pulled out?

These are all "local" factors that could be playing into your perception of your mouth and teeth. Hence my first post in this thread - it's very hard to analyse a dream without understanding the background of the dreamer.

Fascinating subject nevertheless.

Nah, not self conscious at all, actually my smile is something I get complimented on often. I've always been one to make sure I don't have foul breath as that's one of the things I utterly can't stand.

I think all people have intermittent stress, and while at times life can be awfully stressful, I don't think mine is ever much more stressful than others.

No teeth grinding, but wisdom teeth have been pulld out.

Most the reason I posted in this thread was that I couldn't place that recurring part of my dreams to anything I was aware of in my life. I've had other dreams and could rationalize them into something that was happening in my life.

[Ringo]

(09-25-2016 05:16 PM)cascadecombo Wrote:  

Nah, not self conscious at all, actually my smile is something I get complimented on often. I've always been one to make sure I don't have foul breath as that's one of the things I utterly can't stand.

I think all people have intermittent stress, and while at times life can be awfully stressful, I don't think mine is ever much more stressful than others.

No teeth grinding, but wisdom teeth have been pulld out.

Most the reason I posted in this thread was that I couldn't place that recurring part of my dreams to anything I was aware of in my life. I've had other dreams and could rationalize them into something that was happening in my life.

The fact that you get complimented on your smile often could be a piece of the puzzle - messing with your smile would alter the way others perceive you and what you consider a strong suit of yours, something you are known for.

What's the context when your teeth start bothering you? Is it the same scenario playing out or does it seem to happen in different moments out of the blue? Can you recognize any patterns on the different occasions when this happened?

Can you see yourself during the dream? Look at your body or hands, see your reflection on the mirror?

[The Beast1]

I've got one:

I found myself at my old religious private school for some sort of founders day event. There were tables and decorations everywhere. I was dragged into a music group with a bunch of younger people i remember from my childhood. I was about the same age i am now but my old classmates were obviously younger.

I think i was volunteered against my will to do this.

I recall one old friend of mine playing the saxophone (he doesn't play sax). No idea why this stood out.

We go into the church and do our bit. The place is packed with people. We did the national anthem to which i saluted for whatever reason. No one else did.

When we finished i sat down at a table near the back where i was assigned. I was with a group of girls who were mocking me for my conservative views. I don't remember what they said, but i responded with, "Not a problem, you all will probably turn out to make terrible mothers and wives anyway."

They got all huffy at that point and hurled more insults of which i don't remember. I got up at this point and beat the living crap out of one of them for something she said.

Needless to say, no one at the event was pleased. I ran out of there but downstairs to the cafeteria where i was getting dirty looks from everyone who were setting up some sort of bake sale.

I stole a cupcake and left. One of the old familiar faces from my past yelled at me for taking it. As i was leaving for whatever reason i couldn't find my pants but i had a robe on. Didn't give a crap.

Made it outside and found my car which was parked wrongly in front of the turn in to the place. It had a parking ticket on it.

Woke up at that point.

[Onto]

I've been having my dreams analyzed for the past 15 years, and while I've learned some things I'm in no way qualified to make a genuine interpretation.

That said, I'll make some comments on the symbols in your dream. Symbols are universal, but the context they appear can change their meaning.

Before I get into it, seems obvious your dream is about how the zeitgeist of western culture is at odds with your view of how the world should be.

(09-26-2016 02:23 AM)The Beast1 Wrote:  

I've got one:

I found myself at my old religious private school for some sort of founders day event. There were tables and decorations everywhere. I was dragged into a music group with a bunch of younger people i remember from my childhood. I was about the same age i am now but my old classmates were obviously younger.

School represents a place of learning. A University, for example, would be a place of Higher Learning, but in this case it's a religious, private school. One that is sacred and only available to certain people (red-pill/RVF forum). Not to say it's not higher also.

You have grown wiser with knowledge about society but your peers from your youth have not. That's why they are younger looking to you.

They want you to be in concert with them and their views.

I think i was volunteered against my will to do this.

It's not something you want to be a part of. The current feminist culture.

I recall one old friend of mine playing the saxophone (he doesn't play sax). No idea why this stood out.

We go into the church and do our bit. The place is packed with people. We did the national anthem to which i saluted for whatever reason. No one else did.

A national anthem of any kind represents identity. Identity is the realm of the masculine. You side with the masculine, the rest do not.

When we finished i sat down at a table near the back where i was assigned. I was with a group of girls who were mocking me for my conservative views. I don't remember what they said, but i responded with, "Not a problem, you all will probably turn out to make terrible mothers and wives anyway."

You're in the back because you feel like an outcast because of your views. Like being forced to sit in the back of the bus. The women represent the current state of the feminine.

They got all huffy at that point and hurled more insults of which i don't remember. I got up at this point and beat the living crap out of one of them for something she said.

Your reaction is very reactionary. Instead of using knowledge and techniques of dialog you just beat your view across. Something you might need to work on if you're going to get into these kind of debates in real life.

Needless to say, no one at the event was pleased. I ran out of there but downstairs to the cafeteria where i was getting dirty looks from everyone who were setting up some sort of bake sale.

The cafeteria is a place where society gets together to nourish themselves with whatever society has to offer. Baking is a feminine kind of cooking, as opposed to grilling because it's usually the sweet instead of protein rich.

I stole a cupcake and left. One of the old familiar faces from my past yelled at me for taking it. As i was leaving for whatever reason i couldn't find my pants but i had a robe on. Didn't give a crap.

The cupcake is the symbol of the sweet, small, innocent, kind type of feminine. Like when you refer to a guy as a cupcake. You want that kind of woman in society. Not sure about the stealing part. Are you not willing to pay the price that's required for having that kind of woman? Maybe it's suggesting that you'll just go forward with your demand to have that kind. I don't really know.

You're pants would probably represent the masculine. There's the saying, "Who wears the pants in the family?" But it could mean something else in this context. Maybe it represents being exposed instead? I think that's more likely. You're masculine views are exposed, and you have a way of concealing them/protecting them but you can't really go out in the world wearing a robe. You'll look like a nut so you need to develop a better attire.


Made it outside and found my car which was parked wrongly in front of the turn in to the place. It had a parking ticket on it.


The car always symbolizes the vehicle one is using to go forward in life. In this case it's pointing in the wrong direction (for the place you were visiting) and had a ticket on it. I think it means in if you keep expressing your views in the manner you have been it will cost you.
Welcome to the club!

Woke up at that point.

In summary I think the dream is suggesting you need to be careful who and how you express your views to. It's not an easy thing for any of us here on the forum to do. It's a learning process.

The fact that you had the dream shows you've already assimilated/know all of the above on some level.

My best guess anyways.

[Roosh]

(09-26-2016 02:23 AM)The Beast1 Wrote:  

I've got one:

I found myself at my old religious private school for some sort of founders day event. There were tables and decorations everywhere. I was dragged into a music group with a bunch of younger people i remember from my childhood. I was about the same age i am now but my old classmates were obviously younger.

I think i was volunteered against my will to do this.

I recall one old friend of mine playing the saxophone (he doesn't play sax). No idea why this stood out.

We go into the church and do our bit. The place is packed with people. We did the national anthem to which i saluted for whatever reason. No one else did.

When we finished i sat down at a table near the back where i was assigned. I was with a group of girls who were mocking me for my conservative views. I don't remember what they said, but i responded with, "Not a problem, you all will probably turn out to make terrible mothers and wives anyway."

They got all huffy at that point and hurled more insults of which i don't remember. I got up at this point and beat the living crap out of one of them for something she said.

Needless to say, no one at the event was pleased. I ran out of there but downstairs to the cafeteria where i was getting dirty looks from everyone who were setting up some sort of bake sale.

I stole a cupcake and left. One of the old familiar faces from my past yelled at me for taking it. As i was leaving for whatever reason i couldn't find my pants but i had a robe on. Didn't give a crap.

Made it outside and found my car which was parked wrongly in front of the turn in to the place. It had a parking ticket on it.

Woke up at that point.

You feel disconnected to the people you grew up with. There's not much in common you have with them today. This is leading to feelings of isolation. It's possible you got into an argument recently with an old friend or saw something disappointing that they posted on social media.

[Chowder Head]

Is it weird that I don't have many dreams? I may remember something every once and a while. I must not have much of an imagination.

[ElFlaco]

(09-26-2016 05:41 AM)Chowder Head Wrote:  

Is it weird that I don't have many dreams? I may remember something every once and a while. I must not have much of an imagination.

You might be having dreams but not remembering them. When you are in bed, falling asleep, say to yourself a few times: 'I will have lots of dreams and remember them'. Oddly enough, that kind of self-programming seems to help.

You might not be getting enough sleep to dream. I find that if I sleep a bit longer, the dreams come.

Also, put a small notebook and pen right by your bed. When you wake up, immediately write down anything you remember. If you wait, it will get away from you.

[El Padrone]

El Flaco, funny isn't it. Just read an article today about the mexican fedelales promising a 15 million peso reward for information leading to El Flaco's capture.

I know its probably not you but flaco is/was a Los Gente Nueva Commandante fighting for the Juarez plaza.

Haha.

[Comte De St. Germain]

I'll bite.


So to mess with this spiteful bitch I was seeing in my dream, I told her I was still fucking this one chick I knew that later became a model for years and that she was nothing more than a side piece.(Note I'd never do this in real life.)

Apparently this becomes a national story overnight somehow or another as someone releases her underage nudes from high school then pins it on me, and somehow involves an ex-MMA fighter T.V. personality I've never heard of that doesn't exist in real life that fights the media on my behalf.

In order to stop the male feminist, white knights trying to kill me, I have holed up in a safehouse with Willy Wonka and an Israeli Mossad agent as my body guards. Of course the Mossad agent is a double agent working for the Saudis that sells me out.

Before he can escape, me and Wonka tie him up then leave him to be devoured by the male feminist, White Knight zombies that start breaking in through every nook and cranny.

So me and Wonka bust out and keep driving in one of those Mad Max styled dune buggies in the search of new pussy.


I'm having trouble making sense of this myself.

[iRONIN]

I dreamed last night I was at the Intercontinental hotel bar when a beautiful brunette sat next to me. We started chatting, had a drinks, and went upstairs to have an amazing night of passionate love making. She screamed my name in ecstasy before passing the best climax she'd ever had. I woke up this morning in a Motel 6 next to a fat girl with bad teeth. What does this mean?