La Mort
Death in Tarot Cards, in the upright position, is the beginning of a new life. As a result of underlying circumstances transformation and change. Major changes. The end of a phase in life which has served its purpose. Abrupt and complete change of circumstances, way of life and patterns of behaviour due to past events and actions. Alterations.
Death in a dream can mean the death or change to a part of your personality or the end of a certain phase in your life. Frequently, seeing the death of someone shows a desire to be free of someone; or unexpressed aggression; perhaps one’s love for that person has ‘died’. We often ‘kill’ our parents in dreams as we move toward independence. Or we may want someone ‘out of the way’ so we do not have to compete for attention and love.
I just had this fucked up dream, really long dream, where I was being kidnaped, taken away to another town by this guy I can’t identify in my real life, but that I knew in the dream. The whole context is kind of a blur, but it was definitely not in Lisbon or Portugal. I was taken to his house, where I was tied up by the hands and started to fear for my life. Suddenly I sensed that M, my latest ex, was there, with this guys daughter (whom I also don’t seem to identify from my own real life). The feeling I got was that he was there to see my execution.
Anyway… I woke up, my heart racing madly, rolled over in the bed and tried to relax.
Then I fell asleep again.
The dream continued from where it stopped. I was crying, begging for my life. I didn’t want to die! The whole thing suddenly turned over. He untied me. We were now in the kitchen. Someone else was there - it was a girl - but I didn’t saw her. She told him to stop playing around. Me, M and the guys daughter were close to each other by the counter. He suddenly grabbed a bread knife. The three of us got close in fear. His daughter in the front. He came close, pressed the tip of the knife to her chest and just let it all the way in.
I woke up.
Heart racing even faster then before.
Got up, grabbed a smoke, drank some water, and came here to write this post.
Fucked up dream, uh?
Can anybody help me figure this one out?
The thing about M is pretty self explanatory, and I guess the whole death theme might have to do with my long desires to move to another country to live.
Does that make sense to any of you wise souls out there?
I’m gonna meditate a bit about this and try to sleep again.
Peace.
August 20th, 2007 at 23:59
Just a bad dream…don’t bother with it
August 21st, 2007 at 2:37
Hey Di!
I’ve believed, for a really long time, that dreams do have deeper meanings - not literal, or course!
The thing about your friend M is, as I see it, just a rite of passage. As the text says, “perhaps one’s love for that person has ‘died’“.
About the other things… well, I guess I’m figuring it out!!
Although frightening, this dream was actually a pretty good sign of a very desired change I’m about to make in my life!
Anyway, I hope all is well with you (I wont be seing you around the gym because I decided it was best to not go there anymore).
Kisses!
August 21st, 2007 at 14:32
Babe,
Já foi bom teres escrito o sonho com todos esses promenores antes de mais. É que ao que parece a nossa mente assim que acorda tem presentes todos esses detalhes e numa questãod e segundos…pufff! Bom adiante…
O que aqui escreves te escreve de novo, ao mesmo tempo tenta desmembrar a coisa. Ex: nº de pessoas no sonho, faca, detalhes, cores, saber se as pessoas são conhecidas ou não, homem, mulher, detalhes mais simples, coo agarrar, o estar amarrado, etc. Depois de desmembrado o sonho então procura os significados de algumas dessas coisas em sites de sonhos ou livros….a intrepretação dá mesmo uma grande ajuda, quanto mais não seja para perceberes que isso pode ser apenas fruto de uma época de mudanças algo conturbadas ou stressantes
Se precisares de mais dicas you know where to find me!
Kiss Babe…Love U.
August 21st, 2007 at 22:06
I also believe that dreams often have a meaning (although I try not to think much about mine, they’re really weird, lol), I just didn’t want you to stay too much worried about it, because the major idea is really what you’ve already figured out, the breaking of the last bond…
As for the other details…uff! I really don’t know, but the fact that you’re tied up must have some meaning, and you say that you tried to fight and scream…seems good to me, it shows your strenght
I’ve already tought that maybe you wouldn’t go to the gym anymore, but you really don’t have much to worry, you know? He doesn’t go there that often :p I’m really sorry, I like you and I would like to see you again.
Well, I can allways come and give a peek here, and that’s what I do
Peace and lots of kisses
August 22nd, 2007 at 3:27
Hey Di,
You know what, the thing is that the part regarding M is actually a symbol of independence, rather than simply the statement of the breaking of that bond. He was not the focus of the dream, but independence has a big role on my interpretation!
About us getting together, why not? Let me know when you’ll be at the gym and I’ll go there to visit you!!
Paty, dear, thank you for the inspiration!
It was a good thing I wrote the dream right after I woke up, right???
Big kisses to all
August 22nd, 2007 at 19:09
Books, Lunches and Shampoo I
- Estar ou não ser, eis a questão!
Depois das pinturas: as arrumações! Agora que o meu apartamento encontrou as suas «true colors», sem as arrumações finais they wouldn’t be shinning through. O mais complicado foi arrumar os livros que me levaram por uma traiçoeira memory lane! Imensos livros, demais para apenas três prateleiras: dicionários, livros de estudo, policiais, romances, peças, livros que nem sei porque lá estão, livros que comprei, livros que me ofereceram. Livros sem dedicatórias, livros com dedicatórias. Dedicatórias de pessoas que estão na minha vida, outras de pessoas que ainda bem que já não estão na minha vida, outras de pessoas que por ela passaram e uma dedicatória de alguém que por vezes, desesperadamente, desejo que volte a estar. Felizmente, a lucidez regressa sempre primeiro! Neste caso, «O Velho e o Mar», foi inevitavelmente aberto na segunda página onde breves palavras me levaram numa longa viagem.
Após uma noite a sonhar com quem não devia, há hora do almoço, sentei-me na pizaria do Fonte Nova. A empregada abordou-me com a pergunta: É sozinho? Disse que sim, mas de imediato pensei: ESTOU! Não SOU! Se a minha vida fosse o Sexo e a Cidade, teria chamado a empregada e esclarecido o seu mau emprego verbal, porque eu não SOU sozinho! Lá porque andei a remoer sobre alguém que me ofereceu um livro que conta a história de um solitário que enfrenta uma força maior que ele, eu não SOU sozinho! Mas o meu Golias, enfrento-o with a little help from my friends!