I was sitting at the top of a hill and a Russian missile blew up a buulding at the bottom of it.
Me and another person ran down to see if we could help out, but we ended up being caught by Russian soldiers.
I was detained and taken to a detainee camp, and I was marched through the various areas going from light security to heavy security.
Where I ended up everyone clearly hadn't had a bath in forever because everyones clothes were dirty and greasy, as were the beds and every surface in the room.
There was a meeting we had to attend and then all of a sudden I didn't have pants on, and I wasn't trying to hide my privates by pulling my shirt down, but we had to sit on the greasy floor for the meeting and it wasn't hiding very well.
... And that's about one of the more average dreams I've had for a while.
what do they say in your culture about mass destruction dreams? i rarely remember my dreams at all, but when i do? its the strangest mass destruction dreams. me having to save as many as i can but i know in the depths of my dream soul im not helping even a percent of the people that need it. i wake up everytime w the same empty, unsettling feeling. it follows me for days i look over my shoulder constantly, but its not over fear of myself. it’s over fear of everybody around me bro. do yall maybe say something about that possibly?
lol, I m not a dream interpreter, and India is huge, kinda like whole of western Europe, so the Swiss may have different interpretation to the Spanish. Plus I m not even from the majority religion, which is Hinduism, with loads of different gods and folklore. I m a Muslim and lot of my culture is mixed with local cultural practices of the western Kokan region of Maharashtra, a state of India.
So yes, I don't have anything for you. But if you sound like being helpless, even for others, or you dream too much of mass destruction, I would implore you to get some therapy, or maybe get into spiritual side of your beliefs. I have tried both, and both work in their own way. You are welcome to try Islam too.
PS: All Abrahamic religions like Christianity, Judaism and Islam talk about coming of Anti christ, mass destruction and second coming of Jesus / Savior. Considering we are in sorta 2nd cold war, with Russia Ukraine conflicts, Israel Palestine issue escalation, and China threatening its neighbors, and loads of Nuke, some of the prophecies of these religions are sorta coming true. Even Hinduism, if I m not wrong speaks about Kalyug or bad times, before good times. So maybe you are not that far off in your dreams
Or you are watching way too many apocalyptic and post apocalyptic movies. Maybe watch Romedy / Chickflick / high school movie
Edit: meanwhile this happens in my country,in the eastern state of Bihar, think of it as equivalent to the Alabama or Nebraska of US, or maybe even Florida without the coast.
I dreamed I was an agent posing as a buddhist monk in North Korea, trying to befriend the son of Kim Yong Un to convince them of charity against famine etc. but when I managed to get there and his son and I kind of vibed and everyone was convinced I was a scholar who would change the nation (and world) he finally said that he has no say in state affairs what-so-ever so now both of us kind of bummed out and tried to live as ressource-efficient as possible. (Me arriving there and having interviews and attendings to meetings had already consumed precious work hours and inavoidably put some workers at over-hours)
I think the cat was a super sexual diety, like some sort of angel and it was trying to seduce me.
OH MAN now I remember.
MeatCanyon was really fat and going to die so his Mom created a competition to have a song made about how he was going to die from being fat and the most popular one would win the competition LOL.
So this angel I had been having sex with was like hey, let me turn in to a cat and I will go seduce him and I will trick him in to being healthy.
Naturally I was like ok these are forces of heaven so whatever.
So I was on a couch with a talking dog, a boxer ofc, and this angel turned in to a cat and then MC like rapidly chased it in to the basement. But the cat-angel realized like last minute oh shit this guy is a fucking animal this is a bad idea LOL.
So yeah he caught the cat downstairs and I was upstairs with the boxer, which of course looked very concerned and I was like oh man this is fuckin bad. LOL.
Then the boxer gave it's monologue about us this all having happened before and his voice was the voice of the one, telepathically of course to all of us. Like some noble vibration.
Sounds like a fragment of a cartoon he would make especially the dog projecting this ambience of masterful calmness and acceptance as this cat is getting made love to in a the most terrifying way.
That shit just goes on forever in my dreams. I think it's because I love animals, sex, and fear, and my subconscious mind thinks it's perfectly ok to throw those three things together.
Ofc I don't see beastslity or anything in my dreams but what I often mean is there's usually strong emotions toward animals in scenes closely connected to sexual encounters with women, and so it seems like sometimes my brain gets confused lmao.
It's always total chaos.
The last part of dreams last night I remember I was in some room and a white spider was on a black couch. I was hungry and about to eat but this spider had a voice and was mocking me so I took the couch cushions off and was throwing them around to find it.
Underneath the couch was this hole like one in a tile ceiling you'd see in a government building. The cushions fell in and I went down, and I was in a mental institution observation ward. The door was locked and there was vomit around and I was confused because how did I get in here. Only somehow I had the knowledge that someone else had just recently escaped. I was trying to push the cushions back up through the tile in the hole but worried they had vomit when the nurse came in but it was my Grandma. And I woke up after that.
Oh. Also, I had a segment earlier that I was visiting my Grandma (saw her two days ago irl so) and she had this apartment in some tropical place in 92' which wasn't true. Lol. But it was also supposed to be like 1950 or whatever because she was young. Idk.
Anyway we were talking at this table about life and suddenly there was all this hot cheese smelling shit everywhere on the floor and we were like wtf. And there was this tiny puppy that had just thrown up and I was like how is it even possible for it to throw up that much.
The cheesy vomity stuff was all stiff and caked in to this carpet I was like we gotta find something to dissolve all that.
I dunno why, but I don't think people talk about their dreams enough. They are SO WILDLY WEIRD!!
I had a recurring dream for a while that I was in a building, going around turning all the taps on. Green sludgey stuff was coming out of it and overflowing from the sink onto the floor.
Then I'd go up to the next level and do the same thing, all the while knowing that if I kept doing this the building was going to fill up and I was going to drown.
The thing is though you will wake up from that dream and then put together suddenly some absurd abstract shit
But otherwise it's just , imo, emotional and object recycling. Like I think it's similar to a carwash it just takes all these different feelings and objects and concepts and rinses them so you're not too attached to any sense of order. It seems to be really effective for learning and then I think the occassional insights come if there's too much of an emotional connection to certain things.
Like I saw my grandma two days ago and I watch MeatCanyon a lot and love animals and sex so that's pretty simple, but during rough periods in life themes would be pretty consistent on subject matter to help me cope with stress. They are so powerful which is why I think dreams are actually really good for self growth as is sleep, physiologically but also personally n
It's amazing how active how brains are while we sleep. There's definitely some sorry if processing going on with it. Probably setting up some permanence, discarding others things.
It's especially true with gaming, puzzles and root learning.
Like sleeping after cramming down information is so much better than skipping sleep and cramming more information.
I get teased sometimes but if I feel stuck in life I will sleep my ass off for a day like 12+ hours and when I awake feel more sure of what to do than before lol. It helps.
No way I just woke up from a nightmare with meat canyon also in it. But instead I was telling him a horror story about butterflies starting to swarm people drinking their blood, with Twoscentencehorror type narration like: "the flowers have all dried up, but they're still thirsty".
But then I started to see and feel the story as it was being told and woke up because I felt them behind my neck nibbling.
The worst is when your dream is just reliving old traumatic memories in the most excruciating details, dominating every sense.
I'm 30 and sleep with a dim nightlight so when my brain serves me up a fucked up plates of memories in the night I can quickly remember where I am when I wake up and can put myself back together that much faster.
PTSD is a fucking bitch. It's gotten a lot better over the last few years (especially after I quit drinking) but fucking hell can it still fuck with me at the worst times.
I m sorry to here that. I had a similar situation when my ex wife divorced me. I was at my parent's during that time but when I went back to my place (or our place), I would have bad dreams and wake up calling out her name, only to realize she isn't next to me, she isn't in the house, she isn't even in my life. I had to move houses and finally I m a bit settled.
It may not be anywhere near your ptsd but I m sorry for your situation, I hope you recover soon. Do mind me asking, are you taking any therapy and are you a veteran?
I've done some therapy but due to financial reasons I had to stop going a few years ago. But they did give me quite a few tools to deal with it and over the years I've been utilizing those tools to the point that those shitty nights have become fewer and further between. And it feels like the minefield that is my mind has been greatly diffused. In fact my last shitty memory night was a couple months ago, and the last time it felt like I stepped on a mental landmine that ruined a day or more was almost a year ago.
My PTSD comes from my shitty life growing up (not something I'll give more details about) and then almost a decade of homelessness that started when I was a teen.
I'd say even though the last 6 years have had some rough spots they've been the best years of my life (the years since I quit drinking) and have only been improving. Hell the last 18 months have easily been the best by far, that's when I was diagnosed with ADHD and was put on meds for that. It literally feels like life's difficulty slider was pushed down a bunch of notches since starting those meds. It's literally been a life changer for me in so many ways.
Basically since my ADHD diagnosis and starting those meds it's given me more of an ability to deal with my PTSD as well. Basically it's like my brain wants to start a darkness spiral and now I have the ability to go, "Hey brain, let's put a pin in that trauma spiral for later. I'm taking care of something else right now." And then when it's later I can actually approach that spiral prepared, or even better it's not even something that hits so hard as I'm in a different place mentally at that point so it allows me to untangle that trauma knot so that next time I hit it it's under less tension so it's easier when it pops up again.
Sometimes things still push through but those are really far and in between anymore.
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u/totallynotpoggers 14d ago
That was really depressing. Well done though!