you ever notice when you change something in your body chemistry, you get really crazy dreams for a while?
try it. quit smoking. or start. quit drinking. or start. take away or add anything significant to your intake and your dreams will change. at least for a few days.
last night i was in an apartment. there was some sort of a party going on. there were lockers in the kitchen. each one had a different weapon in it. but they were mostly toy weapons. or broken weapons. i was locked in the kitchen. i had locked myself in. the people in the other room were trying to get me. i hid in a closet. a child opened the closet. the door to the other room opened. i picked up a bow to fire into the doorway to stop them from coming in, but i had no arrows. earlier i had been stepping in a litter box without realizing it and somebody had said something to me. now i am crouching down, on the kitchen floor, looking at a kitten. my kitten. it has been accidentally poisoned. it is unconscious. i am talking to it, petting it, crying, hoping it wakes up. it does. it is groggy. i am told that i have to keep it awake. if it falls asleep again it will mostly likely die...
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Wow, I love dreams. this one is cool, maybe you are supposed to stay conscious about some new found or refound child in you..? The weapons a symbol of the battle, but the fact that they were toys may also allude to this child battle.
yeah, i spent a bit of time thinking about this one, and can't really figure it out. a co-worker of mine told me that everyone in your dream is you, so, in this dream, i am me, i am the people in the other room, i am the child who finds me in the closet, and i am the cat who has been poisoned and has to stay awake in order to survive. hmmm. now it's starting to make sense. the people partying in the other room are me. they are my "party" self. the person in the closet is me, hiding from them, scared of my "party" self. the child is me, finding myself hiding. (you can't hide from yourself?) and the cat, well, it has been poisoned, and i have to keep it (myself) awake long enough to stay alive. maybe i have been poisoning myself, and am fighting to clean up, and have to keep myself awake long enough to get these things out of my system? that might make some sense. sort of ties into another dream i had recently as well, that i'm about to post up in a few minutes... i like what you said about the toys too, definitely makes me think...
I've been dreaming lots lately about my cats. in one of them my black cat Kimiko was captured by a tiny plastic soldier. The soldier had a leg made out of a plastic capsule full of white beads. it was very strange.
that is strange...
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