... and I quickly wrote it down after I woke up.

"... i was following a girl through a field in the dark. she was crying and walking quickly into one direction, but i didn't know where she was going. i wanted to help her, so i asked "why are you crying? what happened to you?" she just mumbled something like "very sad...". i followed her, urging her to stop and talk to me. she just cried and walked on, but i could see her face and tell that she was beautiful. she still wouldn't listen and cried and cried as she quickly walked straight ahead through the endless fields. i was so exhausted and in despair i kneeled down on the cold floor and started to cry too. "why can't you just wait and talk to me?!", i asked. she stopped and looked at me. she look innocent, young, but beautiful. she sat down in front of me, look into my eyes and said: "you need to stop making music... it hurts my feelings and it hurts yours too...". i touched her cheek with my left hand and said: "who are you... where did you come from..." she cried and told me again i had to stop. her face looked to sad, so innocent, so hurt and helpless, i simply wanted to kiss her. i came closer, my hand still on her cheek, whispered something like "please, don't you cry..." and kissed her. the moment my lips touched hers, she immediately pulled off, looked straight into my eyes. i could see her glaring eyes in the night, she had stopped crying. suddenly, she started grinning and sticked out her long tongue. it was the most scorning and taunting grin i had ever seen. i felt she bad and dangerous energy coming from this once so innocent, weak and hurt face and knew that she had to be something like the devil, or just something other-worldy. she was laughing into my face, with her big, glaring eyes, and some dried tears still on her cheeks. when i wanted to get up and run, i suddenly woke up."

What should I make of that, in your opinion?

next time call on Jesus

Nobody can tell you what your dreams really mean, but you.

I could say that dreams are a necessary expression by our brains of mostly our own inner lives, but some would probably disagree.

I could also say that dream subjects are usually symbolic and personal, but some would probably disagree with that as well.

But if you don't care and this dream is really bothering you, then I would urge you to meditate on it.

The subject may simply represent a sadness and fear you have been feeling, but not dealing with. Tho' the only person who can claim that may the case, is you.

It means...stop eating Mexican food after midnight.

I had a dream over the weekend that I had a REALLY awful patient.

She was morbidly obese, hygenically challenged, RUDE AS HELL, just a trifecta of awful!

I completely told her off. I woke up telling her to get the hell out of my clinic and feel free to NEVER COME BACK.

Work has not been great lately.

It could possibly, and I said possibly mean that the music business is not as glamorous as it seems. Weigh it before you come to a decision.

Sounds to me like something out of the Wayne Rooney memoir's. Sorry couldn't resist a sly dig at a United fan

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What is your connection to the feminine? Did she suggest what you should replace the music with? It is interesting that a feminine character advocated that you stop following your muse.

Dave1992 said:

... and I quickly wrote it down after I woke up.

"... i was following a girl through a field in the dark. she was crying and walking quickly into one direction, but i didn't know where she was going. i wanted to help her, so i asked "why are you crying? what happened to you?" she just mumbled something like "very sad...". i followed her, urging her to stop and talk to me. she just cried and walked on, but i could see her face and tell that she was beautiful. she still wouldn't listen and cried and cried as she quickly walked straight ahead through the endless fields. i was so exhausted and in despair i kneeled down on the cold floor and started to cry too. "why can't you just wait and talk to me?!", i asked. she stopped and looked at me. she look innocent, young, but beautiful. she sat down in front of me, look into my eyes and said: "you need to stop making music... it hurts my feelings and it hurts yours too...". i touched her cheek with my left hand and said: "who are you... where did you come from..." she cried and told me again i had to stop. her face looked to sad, so innocent, so hurt and helpless, i simply wanted to kiss her. i came closer, my hand still on her cheek, whispered something like "please, don't you cry..." and kissed her. the moment my lips touched hers, she immediately pulled off, looked straight into my eyes. i could see her glaring eyes in the night, she had stopped crying. suddenly, she started grinning and sticked out her long tongue. it was the most scorning and taunting grin i had ever seen. i felt she bad and dangerous energy coming from this once so innocent, weak and hurt face and knew that she had to be something like the devil, or just something other-worldy. she was laughing into my face, with her big, glaring eyes, and some dried tears still on her cheeks. when i wanted to get up and run, i suddenly woke up."

What should I make of that, in your opinion?

At least a song, and maybe even a novel.

angel345 said:

It could possibly, and I said possibly mean that the music business is not as glamorous as it seems. Weigh it before you come to a decision.

The real music business is everything but glamorous; that I do know... I don't make music because I expect and dream of money and fame, but because I simply love it and it's everything I have and everything that's dear to me.

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

What is your connection to the feminine? Did she suggest what you should replace the music with? It is interesting that a feminine character advocated that you stop following your muse.

I don't know/can't remember ever seeing her face before.

No, she was just desperate for me to stop it, because it made her cry and hurt her and would hurt me too. In the dream, she was a stranger and just walked by on a huge, lonely field in the middle of the night. Almost ghost-like. Seeing her cry hurt me so much and that she didn't listen to me or trust me enough to stop walking, stand still and talk to me hurt me too. Only when I started to show my emotions and started to show that I was exhausted, kneeled down in front of her and started to cry, she stopped and finally looked into my eyes, as if my crying someone woke her up.

I'm still puzzled when I think about the dream. I know there is an answer, one correct interpretation, I feel it, but I don't know how to get there. But whenever I think of the dream, even the setting, the huge plain of imperfect dark green grass under the dark skies and clouds of the night, I feel as if I should know the answer to it all, but I really don't...

she is all the distractions to what u should b doing - your music

stop the shoes, hair, drugs.... and just make music!!!!!

(notice i did not put sex in that list!!!!!!!)

Dave1992 said:

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

What is your connection to the feminine? Did she suggest what you should replace the music with? It is interesting that a feminine character advocated that you stop following your muse.

I don't know/can't remember ever seeing her face before.

No, she was just desperate for me to stop it, because it made her cry and hurt her and would hurt me too. In the dream, she was a stranger and just walked by on a huge, lonely field in the middle of the night. Almost ghost-like. Seeing her cry hurt me so much and that she didn't listen to me or trust me enough to stop walking, stand still and talk to me hurt me too. Only when I started to show my emotions and started to show that I was exhausted, kneeled down in front of her and started to cry, she stopped and finally looked into my eyes, as if my crying someone woke her up.

I'm still puzzled when I think about the dream. I know there is an answer, one correct interpretation, I feel it, but I don't know how to get there. But whenever I think of the dream, even the setting, the huge plain of imperfect dark green grass under the dark skies and clouds of the night, I feel as if I should know the answer to it all, but I really don't...

When I said connection to the feminine, I meant in a broader sense, not necessarily your connection to her.

if the tears could speak, what would they say?

If the the endless fields could speak, what would they say?

If the dark night could speak, what would it say?

could it be that the feminine inside is longing to speak but is actually afraid to and thus put on a "face" in order to hide how she truly feels? It's really interesting that the feminine character wants to avoid emotion when women typically are in touch with them.

ThisOne said:

she is all the distractions to what u should b doing - your music

stop the shoes, hair, drugs.... and just make music!!!!!

(notice i did not put sex in that list!!!!!!!)

Shoes and hair are a nice aside, but nowehere near important (really funky shoes, however... ).

Drugs I'll never touch again. I'm not even half-interested in them anymore.

Music, water and sex - all I need.

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

Dave1992 said:

I don't know/can't remember ever seeing her face before.

No, she was just desperate for me to stop it, because it made her cry and hurt her and would hurt me too. In the dream, she was a stranger and just walked by on a huge, lonely field in the middle of the night. Almost ghost-like. Seeing her cry hurt me so much and that she didn't listen to me or trust me enough to stop walking, stand still and talk to me hurt me too. Only when I started to show my emotions and started to show that I was exhausted, kneeled down in front of her and started to cry, she stopped and finally looked into my eyes, as if my crying someone woke her up.

I'm still puzzled when I think about the dream. I know there is an answer, one correct interpretation, I feel it, but I don't know how to get there. But whenever I think of the dream, even the setting, the huge plain of imperfect dark green grass under the dark skies and clouds of the night, I feel as if I should know the answer to it all, but I really don't...

When I said connection to the feminine, I meant in a broader sense, not necessarily your connection to her.

if the tears could speak, what would they say?

If the the endless fields could speak, what would they say?

If the dark night could speak, what would it say?

could it be that the feminine inside is longing to speak but is actually afraid to and thus put on a "face" in order to hide how she truly feels? It's really interesting that the feminine character wants to avoid emotion when women typically are in touch with them.

I know that the feminine has the ability to evoke and multiply certain emotions inside of me. It fascinates me and I care about women in general more than I do about men; not because of the obvious sexual reasons, but rather because, on some levels, I feel closer connected to women than to men.

If I ever do talk about my feelings with someone else, they are usually feminine. When I see a girl crying and feel that her tears are sincere, I immediately want to protect her and make her happy.

Then again, on many levels, the feminine represents a certain strength I don't often associate with men. A sort of mental strength, the ability to put your feet on the ground and work that little bit harder, a certain psychological stability, whereas I often feel terrible compassion and pity when I think about "weak" men. For instance, the movie "Rain Man" was the first movie that made me cry (I was about three) and I still cry every time I see it. I have seen one or two similar movies, where the "weak" person is feminine, and my mind couldn't evoke the same emotions for that female, because somehow I am convinced that women are "stronger" in that department.

The tears want me to see them and to feel them, yet they are sincere and honest tears, trying to hide too. They are not there to get my attention, they are there because of hurt and despair.

The endless fields only seemed endless to me, but I felt the girl had a goal. She was walking a straight line and it looked like she knew exactly where she wanted to go, where she wanted to be as quickly as possible. She held her head down, but the way she walked was very assured. The fields did feel dangerous and I knew that the setting was a bit spooky, but I didn't care and only wanted to help the girl.

The dark night made me stay close to her, because I couldn't see much. Had I not walked immediately next to her, trying to stop her, I would have lost her. The air was cold and the ground was cold too. I remember being surprised the moment she passed me. She came out of nowhere and would have gone into nowhere, but I noticed she was crying so I followed her.

I feel that she would have gone on talking to me if I hadn't tried to kiss her. My trying to touch her lips somehow caused her turning into the devil. The moment I saw her face turn into this ugly grotesce face, I was very afraid and didn't know what she would do; whether she would jump onto me and claw my face, whether she would choke me, ... but she was just sitting there, in front of me, laughing, for a couple of seconds. She didn't do anything to harm me, she just looked into my eyes, with this huge demonic grin and her tongue sticking out, and laughed at me.

funkmunki said:

Sounds to me like something out of the Wayne Rooney memoir's. Sorry couldn't resist a sly dig at a United fan

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Great gif. Never seen that before. I am always waiting for the day Sir Alex bites his tounge while chewing gum on a close up shot.

lust said:

funkmunki said:

Sounds to me like something out of the Wayne Rooney memoir's. Sorry couldn't resist a sly dig at a United fan

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Great gif. Never seen that before. I am always waiting for the day Sir Alex bites his tounge while chewing gum on a close up shot.

That is from the Community Shield game in 2009, I think. I remember seeing it back then!