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Apr. 7th, 2007 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badstarFreakin' weird dream last night.
Actually, I had a couple of dreams. One of which involved sitting in an office with lots of desks, dividers like we have at work, and lots of computer monitors daisychained into some extended-desktop-on-steroids thing and a couple of coworkers around. I don't remember the rest of it, only that I was sitting at someone's desk that isn't mine and announcing to that person that I was sitting at her desk, while she sat at someone else's desk.
That's not the weird one.
I was taking a class. I don't know what the class was supposed to be. But in the class meeting that took place during my dream, everyone recieved a sheet of paper explaining that we were going to be learning about how people deal with the death of other people. The paper went on to explain that they were looking for two volunteers to die so that there was firsthand experience within the class. The volunteers would give themselves a lethal injection and then lay down to die. (This was all supposed to happen in the same day.)
I thought about it for a few minutes and then I volunteered. There was someone else who had volunteered there who was "practicing"- actually injecting himself with much smaller amounts of whatever substance was used. He'd lay down and seem to be asleep for a few minutes, then wake up and be perfectly fine. I kept wondering if it hurt, but refused to ask. There were a couple of large standing plants in the room.
(It's interesting to note that the paralyzing fear of syringes which I harbor seemed to have been suspended for the duration of this dream. I was aware of this, being puzzled that I didn't hyperventilate or become unable to move. And yes, that fear is normally there in dreams.)
Not a whole lot else happened in this dream, there was a break in the class and while eveyrone was taking their break, I was supposed to be getting ready to die. I thought about how real it was that I was going to die, I would never get to see anyone again, or go anywhere that I wanted to go, I was giving up everything I ever wanted to do. But I wasn't sad. I was completely emotionless and detached. Paperwork was being filled out, I drank a glass of water. Nothing interesting was going on. I left the room and came back a couple of minutes later and informed the class teacher that I'd changed my mind. He looked at me for about half a second, and then just said "Okay, that's fine." and tore up the paperwork that had just been filled out.
I have no idea what that was about. Dream dictionaries often say that if you die in a dream, it's supposed to signify a big change or new start in your life, or the death of part of you- some aspect of your personality or something like that.
If you go by that, my mind is trying to tell me that I'm not allowing some big change or new start to happen.
I think dream dictionaries are silly. To think that the dreams of billions of individual people can be reduced to a collection of universal key words is preposterous.
But I've also had precisely this thought kicking around my conscious mind for a while. So maybe my conscious and subconscious minds have gotten together and decided to give me something that, while I might normally dismiss it still has a very obviously interpreted message.
Though, what I'm supposed to do with it, I have no clue.
Actually, I had a couple of dreams. One of which involved sitting in an office with lots of desks, dividers like we have at work, and lots of computer monitors daisychained into some extended-desktop-on-steroids thing and a couple of coworkers around. I don't remember the rest of it, only that I was sitting at someone's desk that isn't mine and announcing to that person that I was sitting at her desk, while she sat at someone else's desk.
That's not the weird one.
I was taking a class. I don't know what the class was supposed to be. But in the class meeting that took place during my dream, everyone recieved a sheet of paper explaining that we were going to be learning about how people deal with the death of other people. The paper went on to explain that they were looking for two volunteers to die so that there was firsthand experience within the class. The volunteers would give themselves a lethal injection and then lay down to die. (This was all supposed to happen in the same day.)
I thought about it for a few minutes and then I volunteered. There was someone else who had volunteered there who was "practicing"- actually injecting himself with much smaller amounts of whatever substance was used. He'd lay down and seem to be asleep for a few minutes, then wake up and be perfectly fine. I kept wondering if it hurt, but refused to ask. There were a couple of large standing plants in the room.
(It's interesting to note that the paralyzing fear of syringes which I harbor seemed to have been suspended for the duration of this dream. I was aware of this, being puzzled that I didn't hyperventilate or become unable to move. And yes, that fear is normally there in dreams.)
Not a whole lot else happened in this dream, there was a break in the class and while eveyrone was taking their break, I was supposed to be getting ready to die. I thought about how real it was that I was going to die, I would never get to see anyone again, or go anywhere that I wanted to go, I was giving up everything I ever wanted to do. But I wasn't sad. I was completely emotionless and detached. Paperwork was being filled out, I drank a glass of water. Nothing interesting was going on. I left the room and came back a couple of minutes later and informed the class teacher that I'd changed my mind. He looked at me for about half a second, and then just said "Okay, that's fine." and tore up the paperwork that had just been filled out.
I have no idea what that was about. Dream dictionaries often say that if you die in a dream, it's supposed to signify a big change or new start in your life, or the death of part of you- some aspect of your personality or something like that.
If you go by that, my mind is trying to tell me that I'm not allowing some big change or new start to happen.
I think dream dictionaries are silly. To think that the dreams of billions of individual people can be reduced to a collection of universal key words is preposterous.
But I've also had precisely this thought kicking around my conscious mind for a while. So maybe my conscious and subconscious minds have gotten together and decided to give me something that, while I might normally dismiss it still has a very obviously interpreted message.
Though, what I'm supposed to do with it, I have no clue.
