Who believes in dream analysis?
Your soul is bound to the Tenth Totem, Yen:
The Snake.
Yen appears as a vermillion colored cobra. He
embodies passion, rapture, zeal, and
desire. He is associated with the color
vermillion, the season of summer, and the
element of fire. His downfall is indulgence.
You are most compatible with Bears and White Stags.
Which Animal Spirit Totem Are You?
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Last night I had the strangest dream. Nightmare. Whatever.
Jen will probably appreciate it.
It was about Hanibal Lechter. I was in love with him.
I was renting a room in one of those trailer houses. It wasn't a terribly bad area, but it was set somewhere like Daytona- it was not grand. But nothing around was, and if you lived in one no one looked down on you. The landlords I think were the crazy ones I had in Miami, only not quite so OCD.
I had been talking with Hanibal- I was not sure how, or why, and I was so in love. And he made me believe he was in love with me too, but I'm sure a character like that could do such a thing.
I did something to upset him, something with hurting his heart- someone else liked me, but I was not interested in them and his jealousy did not let him see that. And he decided that he wanted to kill me. Not eat me, mind you, just kill me.
My mother and a dream aunt were coming in to town. I was eager for them to come and take me away. When they arrived, my landlord was outside working on a car or something on the side of the house. There were little green plants arranged to be planted in the ground beneath my window, the one facing the street. I called out the window, then walked outside to meet them, only to find my mother rearranging the plants and actually setting them into the ground. They had all been bunched, but now they were in neat little lines.
I'm not really sure what happened next, but it was dark now and the three of us were in my room. I could hear Hanibal, furiously screaming that he was going to kill me, and the only thing I could think of was that I had to get my mother and aunt out of there. I was cowering in a corner like a little puppy, and for some reason I was physically unable to move from it. I grabbed something nearby and threw it at one of the windows, enough to shatter it so that all that needed to be done was someone to break a couple extra pieces and squeeze out. Somehow, though, they could not comprehend that, and I, knowing that I was to stay in my corner, got up. I ran to the window and started breaking more and more, until I picked up my mother and threw her out of it. I reached over, grabbed my aunt, and she followed. Run! I screamed. I'm not sure why I did not just jump out too.
I ran back to my corner and cowered as he opened my door. There was a yellow-orange tint to everything, the bad lighting that drives photographers crazy. But for some reason, he broke the other window and threw me out- this one landed on the side of the house- and then as he was taking a second to follow (for I am so much smaller than he) I ran. I grabbed my mother and aunt, who were being stupid for some reason and not running already. And we ran.
But then I started to fly. He was long gone by now, but I knew I could not hide from him. I wound incredible paths, and I flew the same way I always do in my dreams- it looks almost like swimming when I am in a rush, where I will use my arms and legs a little too. I stay low to the ground, no higher then ten feet up usually, or I can go really high only for short periods of time before I have to arc downwards. My aunt could kind of fly, but my mother not at all, so they both ran and I continued to fly.
They were hungry, so we had to find something to eat. But it was 3 in the morning and we were in the middle of nowhere.
Then, a castle appeared with brilliant lights, and all I could think was that I wanted my camera, I wanted to shoot this beauty with the pond sitting before it, reflecting all of the lights.
I flew high over the pond, but cannot hover. I noticed that there were people inside eating and drinking, and saw that it was a tourist place of some sort. It was a restaurant, some sort of buffet type place, medieval themed. And it was open at this crazy hour!
I grabbed them and we went in. Everyone was dressed casually so we didn't stand out.
But strangely, I had been here before, in another dream, one with my mother and Alan and Dan. And I knew that it was not very good, but it was food.
It was arranged so that you had to sit at a long table with other people, people that you did not know. Except I faintly knew one, from school or something, from one of my classes. And he was crushing me. I did not know what to do about this, as I did not like him romantically and was still shaken from everything.
I woke up then. It was long and I was tired. My hands hurt from punching the glass, and there are red lines up my wrists from where it scratched into me.
I must have been scratching myself?
I wonder what I am really running from.