freudian dream analysis
ok. ?You know how you sometimes have a nightmare and get scared awake? well i think i just got creeped-out-awake. It was seriously one of the more...creepy, grisly, macabre dreams i've ever had. Not really 'falling off a cliff' frightening, but....creeeepy.
The gist was that I was a priest in some sort of cult. The details were spotty, but we occupied some sort of monastery-like structure. All the scenes were indoors: no shots of the sky. It was always very dark, candle-lit, kinda. We were always wearing dirty gray cassock-y things. aaaaaand we ate babies. Hella babies.
Also, the walls were always blood-spattered, covered in vaguely humanoid drawings and scrawls, obscured by all the shadows and shifting light.
the recurrent scene was sitting on the floor in the middle of a little room, most often in a group of 3. The dude on my left was absolutely batshit, and would sort of grunt and try to stab me with this gore-encrusted knife that he carried around. crazy eyes and all. In the dream this was just vaguely annoying, like 'come on, jim. You're just being difficult'. They guy on my right/in front of me was..........the initiator. we all seemed to be equal rank. But he was the one who brought the babies.
In the course of a very convoluted and disjointed dream, there were recurring scenes in this room, where guy 2 would bring in babies (they would always be kinda sickly-looking and purplish, lotsa veins), whose throats he would slit while saying Catholic mass, allowing their blood to pour out into a pool on the floor or into some container. We would then drink this, and occasionally eat various parts of it, ritualistically, while saying some sort of prayers.
In the last such scene, I was feeling kinda bad about all the babies, and was not too enthusiastic. And so guy 2 busts out another, and I'm surprised, 'cause it's not....the appropriate day, i guess. Like Mass on a Wednesday. It's non-standard. And i'm like 'dude. Come on. This isn't the day for a baby. cool it' and he's like 'dude. those who eat more will be greatly rewarded in heaven. Let's eat this fucker whole, and maximize our holiness'. These are paraphrases. But he was apparently pretty convincing. At this point, Jim, who had been lazily stabbing at my leg, perks up and says something like 'dude, we have baby? yeah! let's do this!', and I finally go along with it, guy 2 slits it's throat, and we chow down.
One really interesting thing about this dream is that it was all in first-person, unlike most of my dreams. I very clearly saw the baby, and Jim, and guy 2, and lots of stuff, but never saw myself at all. I just assume i looked like them.
So that last baby-eating was the 2nd to last scene in the dream. The last scene was a first-person shot of me walking through a crowd of....i guess amputees. Creepy, zombie-ish, pustulous, oozing amputees, also in the nice pinkish-purplish color scheme, with big theatrical stitches closing up wounds were limbs or eyes or mouth or various parts used to be. They were all in a big room, and seemed to just wander around aimlessly, sort of bumping into me or just writhing around. And as I walked through them, I got a sense that they were the survivors of the baby-eating, i guess the ones who we didn't bleed entirely to death or eat in full, who we....sewed up and allowed to grow to maturity, for some reason. And i had the vague feeling that they would eventually have their turn, and they would come shuffling and sliding and slithering down the hallways, eating all of us as the rightful payment for the limbs and...faces and various flesh that we had eaten off their still-living bodies. And as i walked amongst them, I didn't have a sense of 'oh-shit!' fear. Just a sort of creeping dread and revulsion, a sense that, when i got eaten, i would see it coming and accept it, and that it was just a matter of time before one of them took the first bite. Also a disgust and sadness, for the twisted, weird lives they apparently lived, as they waited for their chance.
SO, BENJI-BOY. your parents are head-shrinkers, yeah?? YOU WANNA GET ME AN ANALYSIS OF THIS BABY???? ugh, baby. Like seriously, it's the first dream i've remembered in a while, AND it's the first one that's creeped me awake. So I am requesting that, as a favor to me, you give them a transcript of this and see what they make of it. Either way, I'm gonna try to go back to sleep, 'cause I'm flying home this afternoon and want to be well-rested. ugh.
The gist was that I was a priest in some sort of cult. The details were spotty, but we occupied some sort of monastery-like structure. All the scenes were indoors: no shots of the sky. It was always very dark, candle-lit, kinda. We were always wearing dirty gray cassock-y things. aaaaaand we ate babies. Hella babies.
Also, the walls were always blood-spattered, covered in vaguely humanoid drawings and scrawls, obscured by all the shadows and shifting light.
the recurrent scene was sitting on the floor in the middle of a little room, most often in a group of 3. The dude on my left was absolutely batshit, and would sort of grunt and try to stab me with this gore-encrusted knife that he carried around. crazy eyes and all. In the dream this was just vaguely annoying, like 'come on, jim. You're just being difficult'. They guy on my right/in front of me was..........the initiator. we all seemed to be equal rank. But he was the one who brought the babies.
In the course of a very convoluted and disjointed dream, there were recurring scenes in this room, where guy 2 would bring in babies (they would always be kinda sickly-looking and purplish, lotsa veins), whose throats he would slit while saying Catholic mass, allowing their blood to pour out into a pool on the floor or into some container. We would then drink this, and occasionally eat various parts of it, ritualistically, while saying some sort of prayers.
In the last such scene, I was feeling kinda bad about all the babies, and was not too enthusiastic. And so guy 2 busts out another, and I'm surprised, 'cause it's not....the appropriate day, i guess. Like Mass on a Wednesday. It's non-standard. And i'm like 'dude. Come on. This isn't the day for a baby. cool it' and he's like 'dude. those who eat more will be greatly rewarded in heaven. Let's eat this fucker whole, and maximize our holiness'. These are paraphrases. But he was apparently pretty convincing. At this point, Jim, who had been lazily stabbing at my leg, perks up and says something like 'dude, we have baby? yeah! let's do this!', and I finally go along with it, guy 2 slits it's throat, and we chow down.
One really interesting thing about this dream is that it was all in first-person, unlike most of my dreams. I very clearly saw the baby, and Jim, and guy 2, and lots of stuff, but never saw myself at all. I just assume i looked like them.
So that last baby-eating was the 2nd to last scene in the dream. The last scene was a first-person shot of me walking through a crowd of....i guess amputees. Creepy, zombie-ish, pustulous, oozing amputees, also in the nice pinkish-purplish color scheme, with big theatrical stitches closing up wounds were limbs or eyes or mouth or various parts used to be. They were all in a big room, and seemed to just wander around aimlessly, sort of bumping into me or just writhing around. And as I walked through them, I got a sense that they were the survivors of the baby-eating, i guess the ones who we didn't bleed entirely to death or eat in full, who we....sewed up and allowed to grow to maturity, for some reason. And i had the vague feeling that they would eventually have their turn, and they would come shuffling and sliding and slithering down the hallways, eating all of us as the rightful payment for the limbs and...faces and various flesh that we had eaten off their still-living bodies. And as i walked amongst them, I didn't have a sense of 'oh-shit!' fear. Just a sort of creeping dread and revulsion, a sense that, when i got eaten, i would see it coming and accept it, and that it was just a matter of time before one of them took the first bite. Also a disgust and sadness, for the twisted, weird lives they apparently lived, as they waited for their chance.
SO, BENJI-BOY. your parents are head-shrinkers, yeah?? YOU WANNA GET ME AN ANALYSIS OF THIS BABY???? ugh, baby. Like seriously, it's the first dream i've remembered in a while, AND it's the first one that's creeped me awake. So I am requesting that, as a favor to me, you give them a transcript of this and see what they make of it. Either way, I'm gonna try to go back to sleep, 'cause I'm flying home this afternoon and want to be well-rested. ugh.