Part 2- Analizing my zombie apocalypse dream.
There was quite a bit to analyze from that dream. I used a dream dictionary to identify my keywords, the things that really stood out to me in my dreams. Here it goes.
1.Zombies- why, Is it always zombies.
I am overwhelmed and under lots of stress, okay true. It also represents feeling helpless and overpowered, also true. So I'm stressed out, overwhelmed and overpowered. Those are all true.
2. Knife- carrying around a knife stands for, anger, aggression, separation. I may need to Cut ties with a certain relationship. Also, sexual tension! Going through a divorce, yep that's all true.
3.stabbing- has to do with betrayal and your untrusting nature. I'm being overly defensive. Can also represent sexual domination. Again going through a divorce and being cheated on I feel very betrayed and untrusting, as well as defensive. So this all makes sense to me.
4. Headless- to see a headless body walking around, or in my case crawling signifies I am not using my head. Probably not. The body being hurt suggests that my mindlessness is putting me in harm's way. I'm hurting myself by not thinking clearly, again true.
5.crawling- to dream someone is crawling towards you implies your power for control or revenge. Check, check!
6.Basement- the basement stands for the subconscious mind and primal urges. Since I'm dreaming the basement is a mess and in chaos it is saying I am confused. Yep!
7.Fireplace- dreaming of stirring the fireplace means I need to get to the heart of some situation.
8.Truck- Symbolizes being overworked and worn down. It crashing means I am overloaded and need to slow down.
9.Killing- to dream you kill someone signifies you are loosing your self control and temper. It may be expressing hidden anger.
10.Children- my kids. Always trying to save them and protect them in my dreams, means I am trying to save a part of myself.
After identifying my keywords my dream makes total sense to me. It is basically saying, I'm very stressed out and run down. I have a lot of rage and I feel betrayed and untrusting. I'm not thinking clearly. I'm harboring a lot of anger and hurt feelings which is making me confused. Also, Of course all the sexual tension, ha ha ha. Sad but true.
This all makes sense to me. I am going through a divorce, where I was cheated on and left. Every thing I've dreamt is mirroring my feelings of my current situation. So now I know why I'm always dreaming of zombies, my kids, knives and stabbings. It makes sense. Guess I need to work on a few things.
Saturday, November 2, 2019
Zombie Apocalypse dream Nov.1st
Zombie dream, Nov 1st.
I do love, love, love halloween. But my halloween interests lean more towards ghosts and the demonic. I'm not really a fan of the zombie genre and haven't seen a zombie show for a while.
Another Zombie dream. Always with the zombies and always in childhood locations.
A zombie outbreak started at the house I grew up in. The house I grew up in was a 70s style split entry. You walk in and there are a set of stairs leading up and a set of stairs leading down. We had a large deck that spanned the whole width of the back of the home between the two levels. With two sliding glass doors one by the master bedroom, my parents bedroom.The other was in the dining room off of the kitchen.
It was just me and my 2kids. We were the only ones there.
I gathered canned food, water, weapons supplies. Because I suppose that is what anyone would do at the beginning of a zombie apocalypse.
Then the zombies showed up, they were in the back yard. A zombie tried breaking in through the back slider off of the dining room. Time to go! My kids and I went out the front and got into my ex's truck and drove off. (I Guess I must have stole it ha ha)
I'm going to assume all the supplies I was gathering in the beginning of my dream, at some point I put them into the truck before the zombies showed up. I'm just going to assume that.
I drove to my grandma B's house, about 20 minutes away on the other side of town. I grew up in washington state. So lots of driving past tall pines and windy roads.
I have no idea why I drove to her house. I was never really all that close to my GrandmaB. She wasn't that nice while my brothers and I were growing up. Again this is a childhood location, I haven't been there in about 5years.
So we go into the house and I barricade all the doors and windows. Again, my 2 kids and I are the only ones here. Shortly after A smaller zombie, a kid I think got in. He was about 13, more of a preteens than a kid. A scrawny gangly kid with longer dark black hair. He came up from the basement stairs to the main level.
(My grandmaB's house has no windows down in her basement but my grandma K's does.)
I caught the little zombie kid. I stabbed him with a large serrated kitchen knife a few times in different places. Then I grabbed him by the hair, pulling it hard. This kid is a zombie to me, not a child. I am not gentle. I've pinned his arms down and I'm sitting on his chest with all my weight. I have his hair pulled up tight in my fist, yanking his head. Stretching his neck.
Then I started sawing at his neck. Sawing through cords, tissue, veins, ligaments.It was very gruesome and morbid. There was just Too much detail. Seeing the knife cut through the skin, strands of muscle, tissue, and veins. watching them snap and break. The head was still fully animated and watching me in anger through all of this. His eyes were furious.
I threw the head in the fire place. (GrandmaB doesn't have a fire place, again GrandmaK's does)
The head again was super animated, biting snapping mouth, and angry eyes. While the zombie kids body was crawling around almost like a dog. I wrangled the body and shoved, More like stuffed, it into the fire place. It barely fit. Moving and squirming the whole time.
I think this is some miss mashed dream house from both my grandma B's and My GrandmaK's house. It was a Dream grandma's mash up house. It had a basement with windows, 2 levels and a fire place in the living room.
After, More zombie came, coming up through the basement. Trying to break the basement door to get to the main level where we were. I grabbed my 2 kids. we quickly got into the truck and Drove off.
Later, driving around debris, abandoned vehicles, and zombies. I swerved around a large abandoned vehicle. The truck toppled over and tipped onto it's side. Everyone was fine. Conveniently there aren't any zombie hoards around at the moment.
We ended up at a grocery store. In my dream, no I did not go into the abandoned grocery store, with absolutely no zombies around, for more supplies. Real me wishes dream me had.
Not to far away, there was a military heavy duty vehicle. So I Took that. The kids some how just video game teleported from truck to military truck.
This is a common theme in my dreams. I guess my kids cant be harmed in them. They video game teleport in pretty much every dream of mine they are in. They aren't in too many of my dreams though. Maybe 3 that I can recall. I guess my brain is protecting itself by making them invincible.
Anyway, I Drove off and started running down zombies in the military truck. That is all I remember.
I don't watch zombie movies or tv shows so there has to be some reason why they always show up in my dream. I'm sure after I analyze this dream it will make more sense.
Why are my dreams so detailed and morbid, with zombies, knives, stabbing and they usually take place in childhood locations??? 🤔
I will analyze this dream a bit later.
I do love, love, love halloween. But my halloween interests lean more towards ghosts and the demonic. I'm not really a fan of the zombie genre and haven't seen a zombie show for a while.
Another Zombie dream. Always with the zombies and always in childhood locations.
A zombie outbreak started at the house I grew up in. The house I grew up in was a 70s style split entry. You walk in and there are a set of stairs leading up and a set of stairs leading down. We had a large deck that spanned the whole width of the back of the home between the two levels. With two sliding glass doors one by the master bedroom, my parents bedroom.The other was in the dining room off of the kitchen.
It was just me and my 2kids. We were the only ones there.
I gathered canned food, water, weapons supplies. Because I suppose that is what anyone would do at the beginning of a zombie apocalypse.
Then the zombies showed up, they were in the back yard. A zombie tried breaking in through the back slider off of the dining room. Time to go! My kids and I went out the front and got into my ex's truck and drove off. (I Guess I must have stole it ha ha)
I'm going to assume all the supplies I was gathering in the beginning of my dream, at some point I put them into the truck before the zombies showed up. I'm just going to assume that.
I drove to my grandma B's house, about 20 minutes away on the other side of town. I grew up in washington state. So lots of driving past tall pines and windy roads.
I have no idea why I drove to her house. I was never really all that close to my GrandmaB. She wasn't that nice while my brothers and I were growing up. Again this is a childhood location, I haven't been there in about 5years.
So we go into the house and I barricade all the doors and windows. Again, my 2 kids and I are the only ones here. Shortly after A smaller zombie, a kid I think got in. He was about 13, more of a preteens than a kid. A scrawny gangly kid with longer dark black hair. He came up from the basement stairs to the main level.
(My grandmaB's house has no windows down in her basement but my grandma K's does.)
I caught the little zombie kid. I stabbed him with a large serrated kitchen knife a few times in different places. Then I grabbed him by the hair, pulling it hard. This kid is a zombie to me, not a child. I am not gentle. I've pinned his arms down and I'm sitting on his chest with all my weight. I have his hair pulled up tight in my fist, yanking his head. Stretching his neck.
Then I started sawing at his neck. Sawing through cords, tissue, veins, ligaments.It was very gruesome and morbid. There was just Too much detail. Seeing the knife cut through the skin, strands of muscle, tissue, and veins. watching them snap and break. The head was still fully animated and watching me in anger through all of this. His eyes were furious.
I threw the head in the fire place. (GrandmaB doesn't have a fire place, again GrandmaK's does)
The head again was super animated, biting snapping mouth, and angry eyes. While the zombie kids body was crawling around almost like a dog. I wrangled the body and shoved, More like stuffed, it into the fire place. It barely fit. Moving and squirming the whole time.
I think this is some miss mashed dream house from both my grandma B's and My GrandmaK's house. It was a Dream grandma's mash up house. It had a basement with windows, 2 levels and a fire place in the living room.
After, More zombie came, coming up through the basement. Trying to break the basement door to get to the main level where we were. I grabbed my 2 kids. we quickly got into the truck and Drove off.
Later, driving around debris, abandoned vehicles, and zombies. I swerved around a large abandoned vehicle. The truck toppled over and tipped onto it's side. Everyone was fine. Conveniently there aren't any zombie hoards around at the moment.
We ended up at a grocery store. In my dream, no I did not go into the abandoned grocery store, with absolutely no zombies around, for more supplies. Real me wishes dream me had.
Not to far away, there was a military heavy duty vehicle. So I Took that. The kids some how just video game teleported from truck to military truck.
This is a common theme in my dreams. I guess my kids cant be harmed in them. They video game teleport in pretty much every dream of mine they are in. They aren't in too many of my dreams though. Maybe 3 that I can recall. I guess my brain is protecting itself by making them invincible.
Anyway, I Drove off and started running down zombies in the military truck. That is all I remember.
I don't watch zombie movies or tv shows so there has to be some reason why they always show up in my dream. I'm sure after I analyze this dream it will make more sense.
Why are my dreams so detailed and morbid, with zombies, knives, stabbing and they usually take place in childhood locations??? 🤔
I will analyze this dream a bit later.
Dream Analysis, why I do it.
Dream interpretation and Analyzing Dreams has always been a fascination of mine since I was 12 when I found a book about it. I am now 32.
It is easy to learn how to recall your dreams, the more you do it the more detail you can recall. Everything means something, every little detail, color, animal, thing, place, etc.
I always like to analyze what I can remember. After figuring that out it usually comes down to what is presently troubling me and then they start to make sense. No matter how gruesome or morbid they are.
I'm starting this blog for my own personal use, to keep track of all my personal dream notes. I just enjoy doing this for myself. To have fun and figure out what my brain is trying to tell me. If you stumble upon it, feel free to let me know your thought and opinions on the subject of dream analysis, analyze my dreams, or just tell me what you think. I would love to hear from you.
It is easy to learn how to recall your dreams, the more you do it the more detail you can recall. Everything means something, every little detail, color, animal, thing, place, etc.
I always like to analyze what I can remember. After figuring that out it usually comes down to what is presently troubling me and then they start to make sense. No matter how gruesome or morbid they are.
I'm starting this blog for my own personal use, to keep track of all my personal dream notes. I just enjoy doing this for myself. To have fun and figure out what my brain is trying to tell me. If you stumble upon it, feel free to let me know your thought and opinions on the subject of dream analysis, analyze my dreams, or just tell me what you think. I would love to hear from you.
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