Meeting God.

I was standing in a purely white surrounding, I think were indeed clouds, or fog, and lots of bright light. Then a figure appeared to me, it was god.
You know how you can see a person in a dream that doesn't look someone, but you just
know who it is? In my dream he was an aging black man, and he spread his arms around me.

It was very strange because I'm not religious, but he hugged me and I began to cry.
I felt relieved, and god told me it was gonna be allright, it was gonna be all good.
I did not have to worry, and I woke up intensely happy.

Now I'm not saying it was actually god, it could have just been my subconcious mind
telling myself, as dreams are mostly ment for. But that felt very very good.

Let's give it some light.

Quite recently my dad told me how he often dreamed of flying,
I didn't dream about flying for quite a while and I hoped for one soon,
And a week ago I dreamed about four different kinds of flying in one night.
Swimming, flapping my arms, superhero and just floating, I'll describe my most interesting one:

I was in a foggy but shiney forrest, the kind were the light just shoots through. There was a forgotton temple, the most of it's large windows were broken, still it appeared to be quite peacefull.
I lifted myself up, still standing stait I floated inside the temple and I softly started blowing bright white light into all the corners and ceilings.
From all the light you could see the small dust parts of the temple float through the air. It felt very enlightening.

Inside my Head

Last night I was inside my own head, about the size of a bacteria. Have you ever seen microscopic blown up photographs of mites and object textures? They are usually coloured digitally to make them more clear to see. Well that’s what my brains looked like, a dirty yellow, purple, brown even some green. I was floating around, reconstructing it like it was made of clay. Whenever I got bored I just turned myself smaller, discovering new places. After a while I started to realise my brain wasn’t a place to go and just toy around with, poking holes in your head could have destructive consequences! I woke up.

Look Into Your Eyelids

I was sitting, not exactly sure where, when a man appeared to me.
He looked about middle-aged and asked me a question. He said:
"Can you read animal thoughts"? I wasn't sure what to say, I decided to let out a soft yes. The man placed his hands in front of my eyes and it felt as if I thumbled down within myself. Suddenly I saw the face of a cat.
I couldn't move, it was as if I looked at a video but the video was me.
The cat wanted something really badly, right where I was,
and started grabbing my face. Nothing dangerous actually happened but the fact I couldn't move felt threatning. I awoke, and the man asked me what the cat wanted.
I was still a bit confused and tried to pick any of the possible answers in my head. "That's right"! Replied the man quickly. The cat was very hungry and all it wanted was some food". I just smiled and nodded as if that was exactly what I was thinking. The man asked me a second question: "Can you read human thought"? I didn't get the change to answer. The man placed his hands on my face again and I thumbled within myself. I saw a long pinkish tube. I think I was literally looking at the insides of my eyelids, only the end of the tube displayed my own eye.
I was looking at myself and gasped:
"Hey.. this is me, hello Hello"? The man was gone and I awoke.

The Purpose of Life Documentry

I stood in a shadey long red hall, red curtains and a few short stairs.
In the background I could hear the voice of a man, speaking in a way you'd hear on discovery channel. He was explaining the purpose of life through the perspective of the bible. I started running through the hallway trying to find my way out.
While making my way out, the voice started talking about the importances of life; Morals, Financial income, Children, Common decency and so forth.
There were guardians trying to block me, all of them symbolised the things the voice was mentioning. I started punching them, pulling them off.
When I finally reached the outside, all I saw was a very bright blue sky, some clouds but the sun was so bright it shined right through them. Even though everything felt very open and free, the whole landscape in front of me was made out of little red boxes, also surrounded by curtains. The storyteller continued: "Aside from living the way you should, you can choose one of the lifepaths displayed in front of you".
I felt bored and stared at the sky. I saw a little box with curtains floating high in the air and I asked myself: "Why can't I just live up there"?

Back to basics

I can remember one of my first nightmares,
I was about 4 years old. I know this because I partly dreamed about my first school and I still lived in the house I was born in. I had a friend back then called Dory and we were playing in my bedroom.
Suddenly, the lights dropped and it was dark. All I could hear were the sounds of cats howling, kinda what you hear when they are in heat. I started calling for Dory and I heared her say something like: "Get out, hurry!" I started to feel the little paws and claws of cats crawling on me and ran to the bedroom door. I called for Dory again but there was no sound. I found the lightswitch of my desk and turned it on. All was dark but the area were I saw Dory laying on my desk, dead. And the cats started crawling on her. I ran away as fast as I could.

I believe this nightmare has haunted me for a few years. I never had such dead related nightmares untill I was about 10.

Introduction

Hey there!

Ever wondered what dreams were about? I'm honestly not sure. Personally I like to believe they are thoughts of the subconcious mind, if not concious when your dreams are about your daily life.

I dream a lot, almost every single day. They are very extreme, imaginary, creepy but beautifull dreams. I don't believe meaning of dreams can be written down in a book. See, a person dreams symbolic, and symbols can mean different things for different people, usually based on culture, age or personality.