Thanks . Well it started with me walking on this beach, there was a wall about two, maybe three feet tall right at the edge of the beach and the ocean’s waves were crashing up against it, not too hard but small ripples. There was this little girl sitting on the edge of the wall looking down into the water, so I walked up to her and asked her who she was and I told her who I was. She said her name was Marcas or some name similar to that. I asked her what she was doing out here on the wall and she replied “I am fishing for pearls”. So I said oh, that’s pretty cool. She then handed me a black pearl and it was perfectly round and dark black, a bit shiny as well. So I was looking at it in my hands, I dropped the pearl into the ocean water near the wall on accident, right under where I was standing. So I decided to jump in to grab it because I saw it sinking to the bottom slowly and i knew if I let it sink there is no getting it back. So I jumped into the water and grabbed the black pearl real quick and then all of a sudden the ocean started pulling me out slowly and I started to go further out into the water, so I panicked slightly and began swimming as hard as I could diagonally trying to get back to the wall, eventually I got back to where I could grab the wall and climbed up. After that I was just standing there with the black pearl and I woke up. The little girl might have said something else when I got back onto the wall but I don’t remember.
it was also very sunny out and what one could say a perfect day, blue skies. Water was nice, blonde sand, and tree’s a bit further back in the distance, south of the wall i’d say. I guess one could say it might have been an island maybe? The little girl was either very tan, or not caucasian.
He even talked about a girl who wanted to sleep with him. The dark complexion of the girl in the dream might reflect Hawaiian ethnicity.
Have you been reading along in that thread or is this pure coincidence?
Anyway, have no idea what your dream means, but these are the items that I think probably have some significance:
The name Marcas (or Marcus?)
Pearl is black.
Dropping the pearl by accident.
Being able to see the pearl through the water.
Getting pulled out by the ocean.
Also, the image of your dream looks a lot like the pic of Through the Looking Glass that Wells posted. Another coincidence? If not, and if you’re not bullshitting, would you be Humpty Dumpty?
No, I read nothing of the thread you mention, I did not even know it existed… and I never seen any pictures of any of it… I wasn’t reading about any hawaii or anything either… I don’t remember her exact name, but it was like Marcias… or something very similar to that… it was along the lines of Marca or Marci though, it definitely started with an M and had “Marc” in it.
I didn’t even know a wall around beach areas existed, I just assumed it was normal… it wasn’t very high up or anything, just around a 2-3 foot wall… it was big enough to keep small waves down, but small enough to sit on it and still reach into the water and climb back up it if you fell in…
It’s still the weirdest dream I have ever had so far.
I enjoyed reading about your dream Artimas… it was like reading a fairytale book, which I used to read most days as a child, and the escapism was much sought… to me it read as something will occur in your life that will stop you in your tracks for a short while, but the favourable weather conditions indicates it will be something positive.
The child indicates innocence.
The pearl indicates purity/nature.
The weather indicates a good outcome.
I would say that you are reaching a turning point in your life.
I saw the black pearl (pertaining to Artimas’s dream) as being something rare/unusual as opposed to the more abundant white pearls, and that pearls are created through an irritant but evolve into something beautiful and sought-after.
The occasional night visions still persist… creating a mosaic of images and emotions that don’t seem to have a clear meaning - they are too abstract to be memorable.
Funny, this reminded me of Bible thumpers looking to the Good Book for some guidance or inspiration. Some of them have this game where they flip through the Bible at random and pick a passage. Whatever that passage says, they commit themselves to interpreting it as the answer to their question (or problem, or predicament, or curiocity, etc.).
I’d say at least 50% of this process is invention. You’d have to invent at least half the solution to your problem if you’re going off something as arbitrary as a random passage from the Bible or a horoscope–at least half.
But this is not meant to denigrate such a process–this is probably why it works so well. The horoscope/Bible provides the inspiration you need to get your creative juices flowing, and from there you must take over and finish the job, being in the best position possible for this task seeing as how only you know yourself well enough to understand you’re current life dilemmas, your history and background, your mental proclivities, etc.
Is it as disturbing experience? An exilerating one? Neutral?
Maybe your sub-conscious was trying to tell you to be more careful and appreciative of the rare things which you find in life. Hold onto them, don’t “drop” them. Black pearls are more rare because they are less. Maybe the little girl represented the child within you, the gentler sweeter side of you or of life. Maybe you need to learn to recognize true rare beauty when it comes to you - like a child would.
You were given a gift from the sea. You can’t eat it like you can a fish but it offers you “spiritual” sustenance in a way. lol I’m just allowing my stream of consciousness to go forward.
I personally do not go along with the set definitions or implications of what a dream is supposed to mean.
I had a dream once…but not a recurring one. This was long after I had stopped going to church and became an agnstic.
In this dream, I was sitting up against a wall in the sanctuary of the church, where the Mass goes on. The Mass wasn’t going on though. I was making out with some priest - this I know because he was in his priestly garbs - and he had his roman collar on. That’s all - we were just making out. He was a stranger to me - I didn’t recognize him. I suppose if I’m going to make out with a stranger, it might be a good thing from my vantage point, that he was a priest. But it was so enjoyable.
No one was there. It was quiet. Just him and me. It actually was the same church which I went to for quite some time. Sometimes, I would go to evening Mass, and since the priests knew me, there were two of them who would allow me to stay after by myself and so they would lock the church behind them. They actually weren’t supposed to do that. I enjoyed those quiet moments alone in the darkness and when I looked up at the beautiful stained glass window which shone so brightly as a result of the light from the cemetery outside overlooking it, it added even more to the quiet ambiance.
When I woke up, I laughed and i felt so good. This isn’t something that I could see myself doing in my waking life - I mean, making out with a priest - but who knows what we’re capable of. I wonder who and/or what that priest actually represented? And in the sanctuary - just on the opposite side of the tabernacle where Christ as the blessed sacrament is supposed to reside in that little box. What a great sacriledge. What a heathen I am.
I’m pretty sure though that there has to be a much deeper meaning here than my commiting such a terrible sin.
It was merely a little fun Gib, but I know what you mean… not everything we do as humans is serious and has a meaning, or not for me anyway.
Not neutral, or exhilarating (like Arc’s dream ) they are more on the disturbing to thought-provoking scale. I have them a few nights a week, but cannot discern them, but I have a feeling that the hotch potch of scenes will merge into a movie in my mind.
Maybe - but why would it have to be forbidden fruit if he was willing?
But I could certainly think of nicer places or more exotic or wild places to spend time with a priest.
The Delaware River comes to mind. lol
But maybe it was just because he was there and I was there - an opportunistic moment - alone.
Maybe it was God giving me the dream. lol One way of getting me back into church. And maybe it wasn’t really a priest. Maybe it was god in disguise. A dream of divine/human intimacy.
But then I get that when looking up at the stars. But then again, not quite that sensation. I’m so lucky to have had that dream.
If there be a hell, am I going?
Very early this morning i had a weird and frightful kind of dream.
I can’t now remember all of it but I do recall that there was some kind of evil lol threatening. It was a man and he was threatening myself and my children and I think others too. He carried a sword with him. So I decided to go and get a sword - I’m not kidding, but I somehow realized that it wasn’t so sufficient - the sword seemed to bend which wouldn’t be very helpful. So I then decided that I also needed to carry a knife when encountering this man. So I got a knife.
So, at some point, I did encounter him. I plunged my sword into him but I somehow had the sense that it wouldn’t kill him so I stabbed him with the knife a few times and I thought that he was dead. After all, that’s why I bought the knife.
But then right before I woke up, I began to wonder if he was really dead and I recall sensing fear in myself and worrying that i might encounter him again. The physical atmosphere in the dream I recall was sometimes dark which also contributed to my fear - not so easy to become aware of something sinister in the moment.
I have no idea what the sword, the knife and the evil man represented - perhaps all of my self. It’s been said that everything which we dream about is more or less a part of our selves, even the most insignificant thing in the dream or perhaps the most insignificant thing in the dream even more so. Why a sword I have no idea.
The first thing that comes to mind is: sword big, knife small. Maybe bigger isn’t always better?
I don’t know if this is true. Everything in our dreams obviously is projected from our minds, but certainly some images and some themes can represent external elements in our lives. You don’t think?
I was at a political event/party on Thursday that a friend and fellow Tory organised, and I was chatting and drinking with a small gathering of 5… after having chatted with a large group of about 10 Asian men, and I remarked to one guy how the evening reflected a recurring dream I used to have from the age of 16 in which I was surrounded by about a hundred men… in suits, and that that evening I was surrounded by near a hundred men… all in suits.
I continued… saying that the dreams had stopped some years back, but had recently started again, and now here we were in a room full of men… in suits.
The event organiser later remarked how the event was a success and that over a hundred people turned up… most of them men… in suits.
That guy sent me a Facebook friend request, another wrote down his email address with an expensive fountain pen after having declared to us that he was a descendant of Robert the Bruce… along with a few other historical greats, the third gentleman detested my hugs but wanted me to get with his Facebook friend request-sending friend whilst he drooled over the aristocrat… signalling to me his liking of the tall blonde young man, and the blonde, myself, and my female friend (the 5th person in the group) headed to the Overground to catch our train home.
. Well it started with me walking on this beach, there was a wall about two, maybe three feet tall right at the edge of the beach and the ocean’s waves were crashing up against it, not too hard but small ripples. There was this little girl sitting on the edge of the wall looking down into the water, so I walked up to her and asked her who she was and I told her who I was. She said her name was Marcas or some name similar to that. I asked her what she was doing out here on the wall and she replied “I am fishing for pearls”. So I said oh, that’s pretty cool. She then handed me a black pearl and it was perfectly round and dark black, a bit shiny as well. So I was looking at it in my hands, I dropped the pearl into the ocean water near the wall on accident, right under where I was standing. So I decided to jump in to grab it because I saw it sinking to the bottom slowly and i knew if I let it sink there is no getting it back. So I jumped into the water and grabbed the black pearl real quick and then all of a sudden the ocean started pulling me out slowly and I started to go further out into the water, so I panicked slightly and began swimming as hard as I could diagonally trying to get back to the wall, eventually I got back to where I could grab the wall and climbed up. After that I was just standing there with the black pearl and I woke up. The little girl might have said something else when I got back onto the wall but I don’t remember.
He was a stranger to me - I didn’t recognize him. I suppose if I’m going to make out with a stranger, 
it might be a good thing from my vantage point, that he was a priest. But it was so enjoyable.
) they are more on the disturbing to thought-provoking scale. I have them a few nights a week, but cannot discern them, but I have a feeling that the hotch potch of scenes will merge into a movie in my mind.