What is my subconscious telling me....
Feb. 28th, 2002 01:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
novapsycheMy dreams last night featured a lot of lesbian kissing. Several of these girls were goth types. These kisses were very passionate, which is weird, because I'm not very attracted to women.
There was also blood imagery: a man in an asylum I was visiting stabbed me in the arm while I was eating in the cafeteria. I had some sort of contraption hooked to my arm to capture the blood, in a vial. The cut was very tiny, but apparently quite deep.
Also, there was a woman in my dream who was very close to her father. As the dream went on, I revisited the woman and found that her father had shot himself in the head: there was a picture on her desk of him that way, with blood smatters on the white gauzy curtain behind him. Indeed, in that very room, the blood still lingered on the curtains. For some reason, I was in this room with several others, in a line, waiting for something. As the line progressed and I moved forward several steps, I saw a couch to my lower right, and saw this woman's father on the couch. This obviously creeped me out--shouldn't he be at a morgue or already buried? Then I noticed that his eyes had blinked, and that he was aware of what was going on in the room. So he hadn't killed himself.
In a different dream, my family figured prominently, in a house that was familiar but in which we'd never actually lived. The odd thing was that my father showed me a picture of myself doing something in that house, so in the dream I'd completely accepted the fiction that this was an old house of ours. The hallways were mazelike, but after traveling them I figured out that they were all connected, so it was nearly impossible to get lost there. Most of the rooms were populated by orange bean bags.
(Graham was in my dream too, but I don't remember why.)
There was also blood imagery: a man in an asylum I was visiting stabbed me in the arm while I was eating in the cafeteria. I had some sort of contraption hooked to my arm to capture the blood, in a vial. The cut was very tiny, but apparently quite deep.
Also, there was a woman in my dream who was very close to her father. As the dream went on, I revisited the woman and found that her father had shot himself in the head: there was a picture on her desk of him that way, with blood smatters on the white gauzy curtain behind him. Indeed, in that very room, the blood still lingered on the curtains. For some reason, I was in this room with several others, in a line, waiting for something. As the line progressed and I moved forward several steps, I saw a couch to my lower right, and saw this woman's father on the couch. This obviously creeped me out--shouldn't he be at a morgue or already buried? Then I noticed that his eyes had blinked, and that he was aware of what was going on in the room. So he hadn't killed himself.
In a different dream, my family figured prominently, in a house that was familiar but in which we'd never actually lived. The odd thing was that my father showed me a picture of myself doing something in that house, so in the dream I'd completely accepted the fiction that this was an old house of ours. The hallways were mazelike, but after traveling them I figured out that they were all connected, so it was nearly impossible to get lost there. Most of the rooms were populated by orange bean bags.
(Graham was in my dream too, but I don't remember why.)
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Date: 2002-02-27 11:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-02-28 03:40 am (UTC)