This dream was in 3rd person. So the dream was in 2 parts:
I arrive inside a large church - ceiling probably 60 feet tall. Well light. I'm going down the center aisle towards the cross. No one is around.
- I see one lone figure to my left, it's hooded and covered in a long black cape. I walk up to it and say "Jerryleen?" (female friend of mine)
- Suddenly the figure turns around and erupts into my face. The figure that shoots at me is a black banshee! Think the dementors from the Harry Potters movies only they have long hair, womanly features, large hollow eyes, large sharp teeth, and short but sharp nails.
- The church suddenly grows dark when a dark mist fills up the church, turning the ground floor into a black soup with only a few radius around me that's not affected. More of these banshees erupt from this mist and come screaming at me, going through me!
- I turn towards the entrance hoping the escape but the it's blocked by three of them, I bust out my sawed off shotgun hoping it's supernatural ammo would kill them - to no avail.
- I turn around facing the cross and a large banshee is floating in my way. Suddenly a large snake erupts from its head (measuring 5 ft across). It coils temporarily and then it strikes. It swallows my upper half but for some reason it lets go and my body is spit out.
- I had already pulled out a Katana and apparently it had gotten stuck in the snakes throat. The giant snake recoils to strike again but I step off the line (classic Aikido move) and I let my katana come down on its neck, decapitating it in a thunderous crash!
- I plunged my Katana into its head just for good measure, after my brief Aragorn moment, more banshees rip through my body until I collapse. Then a voice cries out:
"Do you love me? DO YOU LOVE ME!?"
- This was in the voice of my mother. This voice kept on screaming this phrase over and over. I was laying on the floor of the church, "wounded" by the banshees entering my body and out. I then suddenly say: "I love you" while the black mist was closing in on my position.
- As soon as I said "I love you" however, the mist receded with speed. The same voice cried out "You love me? How could you?! You can't love me!?"
- Whatever that was it didn't matter, the mist continued receding and the voice and the banshees (and the body of the snake) disappeared. Only the revel the church.
- I stood up, healed apparently, I take a look around and the church seemed normal as ever, as if nothing happened.
- I'm flying in the sky, through the clouds on Da Vinci's winged flying machine(complete with twin mini propellers facing the back). I'm flying through a cloud bank and suddenly I hear a roar behind me.
- A giant (40 ft in width) set of jaws complete with teeth appear behind me and come down, trying to bite me, but they miss by a few feet.
- I bank right and curve top left. A large green serpentine body with fins (must have been 40 feet in diameter) was rolling through the clouds. I hang around the left side of this giant thing and it flies into a break in the clouds and I see that it's a giant, GIANT Chinese green dragon. I never got to see the entire length of it, but I'd guess it was at least a mile long.
- The dragon continues to fly, I hang on its left. The flying machine suddenly shrinks, pulling itself back into a shape roughly the size of a backpack and fall on one of its fins. I hang on tight. The last thing I remember is shooting grappling hooks on the next forward fin and inching my way to its head.
...And no I have not seen Harry Potter recently. So what does this strange dream mean?
First, you might have a good career as a writer of fiction since your ideas are very "fleshed out" and your explaination was articulate. Your spelling is superior to mine ~ every other sentence the spell check pencil drives me crazy. Sorry, back to the actual topic.
I am going to just ignore that pencil.
In both dreams, you take action, you say what needs to be said, and you show that you have many tools at your disposal to cope with these situations. You are fast on your feet or at least fleet of mind.
The next step is to open yourself up to the emotions involved other than fear, fight or flight and basic adreniline rush. We all are exposed to imagery and symbols like this from movies, tv or books. How we integrate them into our psyche or reference them to our life experience is very personal.
If the dream were mine, I would assume the two parts do refer to my folks. We all go through our own personal ways of cutting the apron strings and empowering ourselves to set up our own lives while we still wish to maintain or build more loving realtionships with our families. I do not know if either you or your mother have more fears or guilts about your roles as mother and child than average. It would be completely weird if you didn't have any at all - that would be superhuman indeed. All moms go through needy periods and bash themselves wondering if they have done right by their kids. The kids think they may be loaded down by guilt tripping parents ~ totally normal and yet many parents suffer terribly and feel inadequate to the task of parenting especially as the time for kids to leave the nest nears. What was difficult in person will soon be conducted at a distance as kids enter the big, bad real world. So a mom being in such distress, whose soul screams like a banshee, and who may be trying to exert more control over her child than ever before is not really very weird.
It is good that you acknowledged your love for her ~ she will probably need regular reassurance for a while until she can trust that you will be OK. If you are indulging in any risky behaviours, well you can forget getting her to be more relaxed. Even if she is completely wrong in how she judges your capability to achieve independence, she is still justified in being so stressed. The world she grew up in no longer exsists and it is a very scary world that you will enter when compared to hers. Go away you stupid pencil - I am busy thinking.
If the above might be somewhat pertinent to your mom, it makes sense that your brain might balance this with something about how your feel about your dad or manly issues.
The dragon is frightening but after a while it seems you are getting a handle on how to ride it. Your own flying apparatus becomes portable (knapsack) and you tackle the effort of staying onboard more than fighting with the dragon. You cannot see it all. Well we can only take our challenges one day at a time.
In any case, you seem to be holding your own.
Try to be sensitive to the fears those who love you cannot help but feel. Although we leave home far earlier, it is normal for parents and children not to feel like they have worked through it all until sometimes as late as the mid thirties. Some of my worst dreams about my folks did not happen until I was 32. Same for some my siblings. Oh, and it does not rmagically resolve just because you eventually have kids of your own. I did not get around to having a family till I was in my 40's.
Good luck and blessings.
to be exact, i want to be a peadiatric orthopedic surgeon...anyway..my problem is that my whole family (specifically my grumpu aunt) tells me that it will take forever to finnish school...and that by the time im out of college...ill be 30 (not that that is old, but i want to start a family by the time i am 32) which will mean only two years of practice ...am i overthinking this...i know God has a plan for all of us..should i just slow down...?/ ohh so many questions.,...lol
I turned 32 yesterday. I had been looking forward to my birthday for weeks (I had BIG PLANS!), and instead I ended up having one of the most depressing days of my life---maybe not THE most depressing, but it was definitely up there. I feel I'm at a bit of a proverbial crossroads.
I'm attractive and intelligent (I scored 138 on the last IQ test I took) and reasonably talented, but due to a series of lousy personal choices, I work as a wage slave for a major retailer and I live paycheck to paycheck, barely making the bills. I have a six-year-old son who is probably the only individual on Earth I truly give a damn about, and a dependent mother who... well, who helps me look after my son. My mother, due to her own series of lousy personal choices, has effectively never held down a steady job, has no friends and poor health, and has been "writing" the same "novel" since before I was born. My absolute worst fear, deep down, is that I am or will ever be just like her.
I have been trying, ever since leaving my son's father (he was abusive, and has never paid a dime in child support) to put my life back together and find a way to pursue my own creative passions. I have already provided my son a better lifestyle than anyone ever did for me when I was a kid---he has his own room, this is his third year in the same school, we make regular trips to the zoo and such, he just started piano lessons---but I'm terrified that I'll wake up one day and realize that he's about to graduate high school and I have no money whatsoever for college. I want my son to have better opportunities than I did, and to not make the same mistakes, but of course I still want to fulfill my own ambitions as well. I honestly think I have something to offer; on the other hand, that's the same reasoning that's kept my mom on her deluded path to nowhere all this time.
So what, after being laid low by this most recent petty financial crisis, should I do? Should I accept that I blew it, that my life is effectively over, and anything I ever could have achieved went out the window when I let my ex knock me up? Or should I keep struggling to follow my bliss, around the demands of parenthood and a 40-hour-a-week job, on the increasingly unlikely odds that it might pay off eventually for me and mine? I could go out and get a second job and basically let my mom raise my kid for me herself (since obviously she did such a bang-up job in my case) and just kill myself working for the next 10 years in the hopes that my son will be able to make something of his life; or I can continue trying to get my own dreams off the ground, in the hopes that I'll be able to quit working for someone else altogether and be able to provide my kid with not only financial support but my time and presence and emotional availability. I can cope with being broke and exhausted all the time if I must, but I'd really appreciate it if someone out there could tell me, am I doing the right thing?
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I didn't really think it was about the actual play, because Oedipus was the only son, not the thirty second, and it doesn't make a whole lot of sense if you try to think of it as dirtectly relating it to the play. I think it's about someone who wants to make something of themselves, but I wonder, could there be a bit of an Oedipus complex in there? Cause in one of the verses she says "Sometimes I'd stand by the royal walls. They sky'd be so big that it broke my soul. And I'd stand on my toes to catch a glimpse of my mother's eyes and my mother's skin" What do you think? Could I make it work for an English project?
is on antidepressants because she is resistant to them. She functions at work fine and when she comes home she is very belligerent and mean to me all the time. you cant say are do anything that she doesn't bite your head off. dont you think this is totally disrespectful she is thirty two years old.. I have suffered depression my whole life and I have never been mean to my mother are talked to her the way she does. thanks
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