#analyzing dreams

[angelnumber27]

Dreams are a manifestation of our subconscious desires

[captainsamuelmorrigan]

[Read in a raving 19th century scientist way]

What do these dreams MEAN? I've been plagued night after night of visions of myself, not in control of my own actions, lobbing insults to my loved ones, and creating unpleasant social tension I will have to deal with later. The only reprieves I have are the other dreams I have where my loved ones are possessed by the spirit of ill-will and hurt me. I can not blame them, for I know they also do not mean the wicked things they are forced to say and do.

The good doctor I've hired to analyze my dark and twisted mind: So I'm going to reference back where on your chart it says you are diagnosed with obsessive compulsive disorder, usually relating to morality.

[dizzy-boy]

Last night I had a dream where I was swimming in a lake and then I saw David Tennant (still looking like Crowley tho) and so I said “omg I love Bildad the Shuhite!” And he turned around and went “who said that” (still in the water. He was wearing a swimming cap too, for some reason.) and so I said it again and then I went up to him and we were going to take a picture but my phone was in the car, like fifty feet away, so he followed me there, and then we took a pic. he just decided to hang around after that which was chill. Then we got on this boat (for some reason) and then I think we almost got eaten by a cursed sea monster but the sea monster was a fan of David Tennant so she let us go which was sick. And then we took the boat to some house (I think it was supposed to be mine? Idk) and for some reason my “parents” were there (they were not actually my parents, I have no idea who these people were, but ig they were dream-me’s parents) and me and David Tennant started raiding my “father”’s closet, and then we discovered that my “father” was actually gay or something and that my “parents” were forced into their marriage because of some long, secret family-thingy. Then my “parents” got a divorce and David Tennant became my new father (still looking like Crowley for some reason, complete with the glasses).

Can anyone who analyzes dreams tell me what this means

[paradisobound]

Story Time

Oh my gosh, guys, I forgot to tell you all about my dream that I had last night! So trigger warning!

Basically, my family and I were all in this like hotel, which is weird as it is because why would I have dreamt about that? But anyway, we’re at this hotel and this homicidal maniac is after us. And I remember the face of the woman so clearly because she had short bobbed brown hair that was disheveled and black cold eyes. And I remember just running endlessly through my dream in hopes of getting away from her. I even remember calling 911 and dialing the wrong number at first and dialing 9911 and cursing because no one picked up. And the most horrific part of the dream that I can remember is that when I told 911 that I needed help, they told me that the police station nearest to me was closed for the night and there would be no one available to help me. Now I know that in real life this would never happen but now that I’m sitting back and thinking about this, I’m wondering if this was some deeper meaning that I’m just not getting. Like, what did my mind mean when it thought to have the 911 operator tell me that no police would help me as I getting chased by this murderer? Seriously though, if anyone can volunteer to figure this out, please feel free to do so because I'm curious. 

This is all I wanted to share so thank you for your time. Also, this could make some prime fanfiction or story material if someone wanted to take up the idea! 

[fourbluueyes]

Teachers make you analyze dreams but honestly if they heard mine, they would expel me from school

[madeinheavenletmelive]

I analyze my dreams and I feel like a huge nerd about it XD

[writemoneyinc]

Analyzing data could be a symptom of fear

Analyzing data could be a symptom of fear

By Rhonda Campbell

    Are you in the habit of analyzing data? I’m talking about really analyzing data. Do you think of all possible outcomes before you consider making a decision? Spreadsheets, databases, industry specific articles and targeted seminars are like friends. You spend hours poring over at least one of them.

Data analysis isn’t always good

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[cantifly]

Last night I had a dream (1) within a dream (2) within a dream (3) all within a dream.

Please help me figure out wtf my brain was thinking last night. 1) I was Rory from Gilmore Girls and I had just finished working on a project with Paris and some others. Paris and I were the last people in the classroom. She came on to me and we wound up making out. Mid-kiss, I woke up from that dream to find... 2) ...Alex kissing my shoulder to wake me up. As we were talking about that crazy dream I had just had, I felt something touching my foot. I got out of the bed, looked underneath it, and find FIVE black, fluffy kittens. I get them a bowl of water while Alex runs out to get some cat food for them while I try to figure out what to do. When I walk back into the bedroom holding the bowl of water, Alex is back in bed, even though I had JUST watched him walk out the door... 3) ..."What are you doing with that?" he asks me, pointing at the bowl. "Giving it to the kittens, remember? And weren't you just leaving to get them food?" Turns out that had been a dream and I had sleep-walked to the kitchen and gotten the water. "You can give it to the dog though, I bet he's thirsty." I go back out to the living room, and sure enough, we have a little puppy. It looks like one of the Boxer/Great Dane puppies I posted about yesterday. I give him the bowl and while he drinks, I get ready to take him for a walk. While we're out walking the puppy and trying to train him, some guy's dog keeps running up and barking at him. I yell at the guy that his dog should be on a leash and he yells back at me that I'm a bad server. It's a dream so it's totally normal for him to know I'm a server at a restaurant, I suppose. "Oh really?! Well next time I see you in there, I'll make sure to spit in your margarita!" I holler back. As we keep walking, it's clear that everyone on the trail thinks that I'm a terrible person and that my dog is a feral slimeball. Then I wake up before the pitchforks come out and they all come after me and my little dog, too. Aaaaand... ANALYZE!