Somehow or other I found myself in a house, it must have been house of somebody deceased, a relative's or a close friend's house as myself and my faceless companions were searching through it with a fine tooth comb.
A secret room had been found in one of the bedrooms upstairs. My compatriots did not what to investigate it because they said that it was haunted. I said "I don't believe in ghosts" and volunteered to go and look.
The first thing that made me afeel nxious was that the room was in total darkness. This feeling of anxiously only increased as I fruitless pawed the wall unable to locate the light switch. My chief compatriot, who by this time was lying downing on the bed and looking remarkably like the comedian Lenny Henry, pointed out that the switch was on the opposite wall obscured from my view by the edge of a wardrobe. Once the light was switched my feeling of anxiousness subsided and was replaced by one of excitement.
The secret room turned out not to be a room but a compartment, hidden between the end of the bed & the wall. Hardly secret I thought to myself as it was plain that there was a compartment there. What impressed me most was the ingeniousness of the door mechanism which Lenny Henry was operating. Lenny Henry opened & closed the door several times, and although I could see it magically slide up & down into place I could not tell you how it worked as I was suddendly captivated by the secret compartment.
The compartment itself was 3 feet tall by 1 feet wide and approximately the length of a standard double bed. Much too narrow for a large adult to climb into. Getting down on my hands & knees, I peered into the chamber. It was empty except for something hidden in niche at the very end. However I was unable to reach it, nor make out what it was properly, although it looked like a book or perhaps some papers in a small file.
By this time the anxiousness had returned, and my now nameless compatriot urged us to leave because he was beginning to get frightened. I told him "I don't believe in ghosts" and continued to think of a way to reach the mysterious object. Strangely the room became steadily darker and permutated by a winter chill. Again my frightened companion urged us to leave, and even though the darkness & coldness was also beginning to frighten me, I said out loud "I don't believe in ghosts" and resolved to carry on.
Soon the room had become pitch black & ice cold. In the centre of my viewpoint a mist or hazy fog was beginning to materialise. Now I was frightened and this feeling intensified as the mist swirled and swirled and sinister shapes began to form. My heart started pounding like I just I had finished running a marathon, and my whole body was petrified with fear. It felt like a life or death situation. With all my strength & will power I forced myself to confront this fear. "I DO NOT BELIEVE IN GHOSTS" I shouted.
Then there was pain, as the bones in my neck clicked back into place. Mentally I was dazed, my tongue slightly swollen and the heal on my left foot ached. Everything had gone and I was alone.
Note to the reader:- this was such a vivid dream that I have just experienced, so I decided to write it down & share it with you. Hopefully I caught some of its atmosphere.
Originally posted by Jay PeateaCuckoo Cuckoo..... hark is that a cuckoo I hear is it spring?
Somehow or other I found myself in a house, it must have been house of somebody deceased, a relative's or a close friend's house as myself and my faceless companions were searching through it with a fine tooth comb.
A secret room had been found in one of the bedrooms upstairs. My compatriots did not what to investigate it because they said that it w ...[text shortened]... d, so I decided to write it down & share it with you. Hopefully I caught some of its atmosphere.
You've either played too many adventure games or you've been watching reruns of Morecombe and Wise... It was the ghost of little Ernie Wise popping out of it's little chamber to stage another play.
The only alternative is you're secretly worried about your inheritance have you been arguing with your parents or grands???
Nice story.. 🙂
Originally posted by Tirau DanYour right I have played too many adventure games ! but honestly its true, it was an actual dream. Compare to some of my others it quite tame...... jeep exploding tomatoes..but thats another story 🙂
Cuckoo Cuckoo..... hark is that a cuckoo I hear is it spring?
You've either played too many adventure games or you've been watching reruns of Morecombe and Wise... It was the ghost of little Ernie Wise popping out of it's little chamber to stage another play.
The only alternative is you're secretly worried about your inheritance have you been arguing with your parents or grands???
Nice story.. 🙂
Originally posted by Jay PeateaI think it shows you have been forcing rationality unto yourself (perhaps trying to rationalize a future/present/ex relationship) and you are afraid this is your achilles' heel (you are afraid of missing out on something because you were overtly rational).
Somehow or other I found myself in a house, it must have been house of somebody deceased, a relative's or a close friend's house as myself and my faceless companions were searching through it with a fine tooth comb.
A secret room had been found in one of the bedrooms upstairs. My compatriots did not what to investigate it because they said that it w ...[text shortened]... d, so I decided to write it down & share it with you. Hopefully I caught some of its atmosphere.
The swollen tongue can mean something you said or something you are afraid to say.
Then again, what do I know? I'm just another layman with a keyboard.
Originally posted by PalynkaWell I do have a theory, basically I think it is down to a bad sleeping posture. Many times after I have woken up during a frightening dream. I have noticed that one part or other of my body seems to be in pain. This pain is the sort of pain consistent with the feeling of pins & needles or a dead leg, generally my tongue feels slightly swollen. I think my dreams (or nightmares) are a defense mechanism which wakes me up. Because of my bodies lack of movement due to a poor sleeping posture. When I was a youth I used to sleep on my stomach, which is a harder position to move in, and had far more dreams. Nowadays I sleep on my side or back and have less dreams. Last night I was sleeping on my back but on the couch, my head was resting slightly crooked on two pillows, not an idea position, hence one vivid dream. Anybody else had a similar experience ?
I think it shows you have been forcing rationality unto yourself (perhaps trying to rationalize a future/present/ex relationship) and you are afraid this is your achilles' heel (you are afraid of missing out on something because you were overtly rational).
The swollen tongue can mean something you said or something you are afraid to say.
Then again, what do I know? I'm just another layman with a keyboard.
The subconscious mind records events and stores them in memory for processing while you sleep. This processing results in what we know as "dreams". There are people who claim that they can analyze people's dreams and tell you what they mean, but the truth of the matter is that nobody really understands dreams to the point where they can tell you what your dream meant. For them to do that they would have to be you - experience all your thoughts, feelings, prejudices, emotions and life experiences.
However, YOU have the tools to understand your dreams. Yes, you know what's going on in your life that the mind remembers... Apparently there is something that you are not at rest with, which is why the subconscious creates the dream. See, when we sleep the body repairs itself and this also involves the mind. The mind has to find a way to work out any persistent problems; hence the subconscious tries to do this... Create the environment and solve the problem.
There are other simple things for you to know. For example, I once dreamed that I was trying to rescue a girl and her attacker stabbed me in the stomach with a knife. I woke up with pains in my stomach! BUT, you must realize that the pain was not there because of the dream. The DREAM was there because of the pain in the stomach!
So, any dream that involves physical pain is usually the subconscious mind creating something to explain the pain. Yeah, strange isn't it.
To summerize what I have said: Dreams are the result of the subconscious mind trying to work out a problem, and/or process useful information. Nobody but the individual can determine what the dream is about because nobody else has the information you do... your fears, knowledge, experiences, prejudices and emotions.
If I were foolish enough to take a stab at your dream I'd guess that you recently experienced a death from a friend or family member. I could continue my foolishness by saying that you must have some conflict with your beliefs about life after death.
Cheers,
Arrakis
Originally posted by arrakisGood job you are not foolish enough to have a stab at explaining my dream, as you would be way off the mark.
If I were foolish enough to take a stab at your dream I'd guess that you recently experienced a death from a friend or family member. I could continue my foolishness by saying that you must have some conflict with your beliefs about life after death.
Cheers,
Arrakis
I know that my theory cannot account for all dreams, but in this case the pain was real. And I'm certain that the dream was just there to wake me up, so that my body would move and easy the pain. This is why it was more frightening, like a nightmare.
I did once have a dream, where I and, my then at the time girlfriend went on holiday to India, and met a holy man. The holy man told me that we would never have children, and some how this statement was enchanted into my signet ring that I wore at that time. Sure enough a few years later we split up and never did have any children. The most strange thing about it though, was that the very day that my son was born (to my current partner) I lost that ring.