Ellazv6 Reply
Dear Oracle!
Today I had a dream that probably means nothing, except that my brain is overworked and generates all sorts of delirium. What can you say about this?
A dream with the following content: I am waiting for a bus near the house where I spent my childhood. The bus comes, I get into it, but it turns out that it goes to a place that I would call the "heavenly office", and this bus is designed to transport dead souls. There, someone responsible for sorting takes me for a dead person and tries to direct me somewhere, but I prove to him that I am alive, and got on the bus by mistake. He believes me and therefore sends me back to the "earth" by the same bus. There, in the bus, the souls of dead sinners go to hell. Actually, geographically hell is located, if you drive in a straight line, after the "earth". In other words, "earth" is exactly in the middle between heaven, which is next to the "sorting", and hell. On the bus, I got into a conversation with a creepy-looking aunt (this is how her soul looked like a real aunt), who told me that a person does not live several, but only one life, and that as you live, you will live. There will be no time to correct mistakes. The conversation leaves an unpleasant impression, and the next morning the disgusting face of this aunt follows me. Yes, I do get off at the station "earth", on the same square, and the bus goes further along its route. It's all.
Lena, 33 years old
Alexander Reply
An entertaining dream. It's time for you to sort out everything that you have done in life and reevaluate from the point of view of eternity, as well as the eternal categories of heaven and hell no mistakes]. Therefore, first you find yourself in the "heavenly office" (in fact - purgatory), you are near heaven and hell. The fact that your age now corresponds to the notorious age of Christ [I am 33 years old] only emphasizes the symbolism of sleep.
Another interesting point is your conscious attitude to the sleep tissue and the higher categories affected by it [my brain is overworked and generates all sorts of delirium]. This is not nonsense, but for you such experiences should become a kind of medicine (better to see once than hear 100) and tip your faith on the scales of the existence of the transpersonal (heaven, hell, purgatory) world.
Tita Reply
Good afternoon, Lena!
I think that you were lucky enough to somehow look on the “other side”. The fact is that I lost a loved one and he began to appear to me in a dream. Moreover, it was not he who came to me, but I came to him, or rather I came by bus, in which there were a lot of people, but no one was allowed to ride while standing. I wonder what this sorting room looked like? I dreamed about it as a sanatorium or a children's camp, in any case there were karpus and chambers.
Best regards, Titus.
Nata_klm0 Reply
This is not the first time I have had almost the same dream, or rather the completion of a dream. I'm returning home from somewhere, and I need to take the bus to the final destination. I get on the bus, drive, when approaching the terminal, the bus jumps from the highway (like in action movies) to the roof of the house, then somehow ends up on the “terminal” between the same houses (the houses themselves look like buildings like research institutes, they don't seem to be residential) ... In today's dream, I went on a different bus number, and at the end he also began to jump, but if earlier it was limited to only one jump, today there were at least three of them, and first he jumped onto the roof on the left, then jumped across the roofs on the right. At the same time, right in my dream, I thought that everything was fine (in the sense of such an original route), but someday it would end badly. I didn’t have time until the end - the alarm woke up :). Does this all mean anything?
Svhe Reply
I dream that I am on a bus, the windows of which are tightly closed. I'm going with my mother and sister. Suddenly I realize that there is nothing to breathe on the bus, and only me and my sister. I try to breathe, but I can't. Then I swing open the bus door and lean out. I breathe air and go back to the bus. And everything was so natural. I really couldn't breathe.
Aef Reply
I quite often have a dream where I am traveling on a bus with a conductor. Everything is pretty calm, no emotions, I just sit or stand in the salon. This dream is rather short. And what seems to me the main thing is that the conductor does not approach me, maybe because he does not notice me. There are not many people on the bus - it is half full. What kind of dream is this ???
Mill Reply
In a dream, I constantly travel by bus. There are several such dreams in a row, then a break for a week or two and again ... In fact, these are two categories of dreams. Sometimes it happens in a large city, often unfamiliar or unknown to me, a non-existent area of \u200b\u200ba familiar city. Every time (the plot varies, but the essence remains) I need to get to a certain place. In general, I know the way there, but rather approximately and do not organize at all in the public transport of this city. Therefore, at first I stand in indecision for a long time in the middle of the bus stop (sometimes it is crowded, noisy and the city itself is bright; sometimes no one or two or three people, the city is deserted and gray, gloomy). Then a bus drives up (rarely, rarely, but there is a trolleybus or tram). I don't have time to make out his number, but I sit down. I pass three or four stops, and then there is a feeling that I got into the wrong vehicle. There are people around, but I can't distinguish faces, they exist for me only as decorations, so I don't ask stupid questions about how to get there (although I always do this in life). After four stops, I go out and find myself in a completely unfamiliar place. Usually I decide to just wait for the return bus and return to the stop where I left. Sometimes, however, I stay on the bus, knowing that it will go around the circle and return to its original place. As a rule, by this moment I have already forgotten about the purpose of my trip. The only meaning of my sleep is the travel process. After that I wake up. The second type of sleep is also a trip, but on intercity buses. As a rule, to such a point, to which it takes several days to go. There are fellow travelers with me - however, soon I somehow find myself familiar with all the other passengers. The plot of sleep usually takes the first day and the first night of this multi-day trip. People, including myself, sleep, eat, drink on the bus, walk during the rare stops - in general, everything is like in a normal trip. I must add that in my life I had to travel like this only twice, at the age of 9-10 years old, my family and I went on vacation to Bulgaria, the trip lasted 56 hours. Now such dreams are repeated every 1-2 months, although many years have passed since then. In a dream, as a rule, the trip does not end with the arrival at the destination. Either I wake up long before that, or some sleep events prevent it from continuing. Tired of driving aimlessly in a dream! Help, explain what the matter is.
Vera26 Reply
And here again, although I have not dreamed of this for a long time. I find myself in the city where I spent my childhood - Samara, near the circus. There is a very steep road to the embankment. Winter, i.e. I see heaps of snow. An ordinary city bus stops at the parking lot, ocher. The driver leaves him, and is going to go somewhere. And here - for the first time in such a dream of mine! - is distributed, which reports approximately the following:. I don’t remember what it was, but I knew it in a dream (perhaps, indeed, some real Samara plant). The voice sounds menacing, as if warning. But the driver leaves. And the bus breaks off, starts spinning uncontrollably, crashes into heaps of snow. For some reason, I am not at all afraid that he will carry me down and smash me, I do not leave the place, I follow him, turning, something like spinning in my head. But then he somehow breaks out onto that very steep descent, rushes down it, crashing into the earthen slopes, breaking into pieces. My curiosity gives way to horror, I expect that now there will be an explosion and a column of flame will rise. I, as before in such dreams, did not hear screams, did not see blood. But she didn't run away, as it always was before: Well, here it is again: Mood - you know what: By the way, this was after a rather long break, the last such dream was a year or so ago, just about the metro: I returned to the buses. Why buses? Not the trams that I took to school for ten years, not the same metro that I have been traveling every day for 12 years? What can mean new moments in my dream (Voice, my escape). Could I provoke a dream when I wrote the first letter about the catastrophes from my dreams in general, and at the same time, naturally, I had to analyze something, think about it (although I did not do it at night)?
108 Reply
I do not fully remember the dream. ... ... As if I was late for the bus and ran. I already see the bus, I run even faster, but the bus closes the doors and leaves. I don't know what to do. I look around and see the church. I go to church, I want to light a candle, but the service starts and appears very a lot of people and most of them in black clothes. I leave my bag on some chair and go to light the candle. I don't remember whether someone asked me or this question arose in my head, why are you leaving the bag? ... So as not to interfere in the church, do not steal, - I answered. When I returned, of course, my bag was not there. I began to cry very much, because there were all my documents, money. And I woke up with a heavy feeling. I am a woman, I am 49 full years old. I think that this dream warns me of some kind of loss.
Trinity Reply
After a long lull - a new interesting dream. So: Rural bus station - my friend and I are trying to leave, but it doesn't work out. Basically, there are no buses or they do not inform us about them on time - in short, we do not have time. Then suddenly we get lucky and we crawl into some kind of bus and somewhere happily scratching with other completely unfamiliar, but indicatively, also happy people - it's funny that at that moment we besieged the Spanish embassy on the subject of whether we were given a visa or not, and accordingly were going to have a rest in Spain. So, back to sleep. The picture is different: I am sitting on green grass near a hole with water (like, clean) and poking around there in full confidence that I must find something there, because some man plopped down there something in order for me to find it. And I, like, pretend that I don't know anything about it. With some kind of squiggle, I find 4 rings: 2 wedding rings, 1 silver ornate, 1 white gold with a small diamond - also, by the way, as an engagement ring. I, the EU, choose the latter and put it on the desired wedding finger, completely satisfied. Then I look around and see a huge flying dragon with some small henchman accompanying. Moreover, I am 100% sure that the dragon left me the ring. Then I look again at the ring on my hand - the rim of the ring becomes plastic, but the brillant is still in place. Then again at the dragon, then again at the ring - it takes its original form. The mood becomes magical and I wake up. Riddle.
Sobaka24-yandex-ru Reply
first of all. from Saturday to Sunday I dreamed that they gave me a pussy willow twig. and the next day, like a sucker, I know that it is Palm Sunday. marveled. and then I dreamed that I got on the wrong bus. and I'm going somewhere, don't understand where, I'm afraid, but I don't go out, there are unfamiliar places around. came out, in the end, on the track for some reason. the bus disappeared. and I stand in front of a bright bright yellow field of flowers. a huge field, except for him there is nothing. on the horizon, it merged with the bright blue sky. there is silence and not a soul around. and sometimes dump trucks flew past and sooooo rusty. I stood and thought, how are they going ??? that's all. and again she looked at this field and did not know where to go ... beautiful, but very anxious.
Tata-bond-mail-ru Reply
I dreamed that I was going from the dacha by bus. There is a sign "Moscow" on the highway and some other direction and the bus for some reason turns not to Moscow, but in the other direction, I start to panic and ask him to stop. The people who were on the bus help me get out and I find myself on a path in the middle of a clearing, and around a forest. I stand and talk with people from the bus and I somehow do not myself, feeling anxious. And suddenly I see leeches on myself, with horror I try to throw them off myself, but some have already sucked, I tear them off, but I don't feel pain. Leeches climb from all sides, they have a terrible mouth with small and very sharp teeth, and they open their mouths to attack me. I'm very scared, I get stuck and look at the bus, and it's all black, there are leeches on it too, and I think what happened to the people. I try to run, but in my leg there is some kind of unpleasant sensation, I lift my leg and see that I have a leech in my leg and it has gone under the skin, only her head and tail are visible, and her body is on the skin, I try to pull it out with horror, but I can't get it, I try to spit her out, but for some reason she just turns white. And I wake up feeling very bad and scared. About myself: I am 27 years old, female, I don’t even know what to connect this dream with, but six months ago I separated from my husband and recently I had a young man, maybe this is related to this.
Irinavershinina Reply
I'm taking the bus home, but the bus is taking an unusual route (short). I was delighted. I went into my house, went up to my floor, but my apartment was not there, I thought I was wrong on the floor and climbed the stairs for another 2-3 flights and ended up on the top floor, but I never found my apartment. When I was going up to the last floor I saw some kind of guy. he was sitting on a ladder with a fishing rod. At first I was scared, but I had to find my apartment and I moved on and so I ended up on the 10th last floor. Then I thought that I had to go down since my apartment is not here, but when I looked at the stairs, I was really scared. It was scary to go down it. I was afraid to fall; it was crooked, unstable. At that moment I woke up.
AnaLitik Reply
Such dreams appear when we owe ourselves a lot. Riding the bus is living on a programmed matrix, and walking up stairs is submission to a superficial dialectic (it breaks everything up into segments). All this means that the subject does not behave in the best way: he operates only with external signs and does not partake of the sacrament of that pleasure that guarantees growth.
251077 Reply
I was going to the village to swim, it was summer, I came with my sister to the bus station, I was looking for a bus, I saw a plane that was on the runway, I went with my sister further in search of my bus, it turned out that he had left, I was looking at the scoreboard, another bus was boarding , but in the same direction, we stand in line, there are a lot of people, I push myself into this bus, lie down on the seat, there is a young man, whom I do not know, I put my hairy leg on it, while I have half-closed eyes, because even in a dream I really want to sleep, we are driving in a packed bus, my sister did not have time and I look out the window and see that she is driving in a beautiful red foreign car behind the bus and shows me that everything is in order, for the bus not one car, but several, there are people who do not fit in the bus, then I look out the window and people fall from the sky to the ground, I thought to myself that they were jumping out of an airplane, which probably falls, but I didn’t see the plane and people did not break and I don’t blood I saw that I was half asleep on the bus, and at the same time I saw a pond with light water and green grass.
Jenuevieve-rambler-ru Reply
There are a lot of people on the bright and comfortable bus. I give money for the fare to the old conductor (coins, change) and suddenly I notice in her hand, not the first freshness, a bill with a horseshoe pattern. I really want to have such a bill, she is happy. I make up my mind - I give the conductor some more coins and get hold of the bill. There are no numbers on it or I don't see them - just a horseshoe. Light beige color. Then my mother and I walk along the path of the park. Summer or very late spring. A lot of people, some kind of festivities. The sun warms gently, not hot. Along the road we are walking (by the way, it is flat, sprinkled with light clean sand) there are metal racks with clothes and other second-hand goods. I notice a black purse. It's not new, you can see cuts and scuffs, but I really like it. I even take it in my hands and look at the price tag with the number “2” on it. But my father, who appeared out of nowhere and, most importantly, it is not clear why, out loud and loudly criticizes my choice. And so corrosive that passers-by pay attention. I leave my wallet alone. But my mother notices that I liked him and says: "Well, what are you, look at him again." Again the wallet is in my hands. Nondescript, and yet I cannot leave him. I decide to myself: if there is something in it, I take it unambiguously. I put my hand into it and pull out small coins, even transparent, tiny, like scales. For me, this is already the result. I look at the price tag, there is already the number "1", this solves the matter - I buy a wallet. We move on, I open it and examine it. I take out a small box and open it. There are dots-paint for the face (cosmetics). The box is worn, it was used, and there are few colors, only convex dots. I was delighted with the box, and I was sick of the fact that it was already used. I also fished out a tiny mobile phone from my wallet (there are no such ones yet, very tiny). The phone rang, they asked me. I replied, a business conversation took place, or an important meeting was scheduled for me, or I. And my father saws and nags me for buying, scoffs, my mother is silent, and it hurts me to tears - it means that she agrees with the mockery. After one particularly offensive passage, shaking with rage, I open my wallet and groping for many large coins in it, I say that the purchase is fraught with a lot of value. Both father and mother grin skeptically. Then I pull out a handful of coins at random. They are large, half-erased, silver, dull, with bright highlights. I say that it is lei, the Bulgarian currency. The parents weren't impressed by the coins. Then I throw them into my wallet and put my hand in there again. Now in my palm is a very large coin, like a medal. It is also half worn out, but the drawing on it has been preserved much better, and it looks much richer - it shines in the sun, shines. I look at the obverse, there is a bird with raised wings and a woman's face, in a crown, with long braids across the chest. The drawing is half erased, the features of the face cannot be seen. Above the bird's head the inscription zkhlata is engraved. I know that I have in my hands a super valuable thing, a rarity, an old one. My parents finally agree with me.
Run Reply
This dream is like a movie - with an idea, meaning and an ending, very memorable. From the beginning we (there were a bunch of young people) got on the bus. The bus was like at the airport, which takes passengers to the planes. I vaguely remember this part of the dream, but still…. The bus was somewhat like a school bus, but it was dark green. We were at the airport. Our bus was late for the plane. And, due to the delayed boarding of passengers, we were completely late. And now this bus had to take us to the very place where we were supposed to get by plane. You know, when there are bus tours around Europe, they periodically stop at some roadside cafes for the passengers to eat. So, we drove past a fast food establishment and ordered what we wanted on the go, and, accordingly, on the go, what we had time for, what the waiters gave us. It was funny. In general, we drove to our destination, and on the road we had fun, there was some kind of immediate cheerful kipish, etc. We drove for a long time, but nothing particularly striking happened along the way. And so we arrived. We ended up on the island (I don't know how the bus got us there, but it doesn't matter). There were about 10 young people and several, 3-4, girls. The point was that we all seemed to work for the government and came to develop this island. In general, build a civilization! We had a captain - this is a man, he was about 35 years old. And we are all about 25. It was, like, late spring, or early summer, that is, the water was still cold. The water was clean, sea, beautiful. As soon as I saw her, I immediately ran to swim. I did not feel the coldness of the water, but it dawned on me that since it is early summer now, it should be practically icy. And, because of this, I wanted to get out of the water, but then the others got in, and I decided to swim and have fun with everyone. I had a swimsuit and I was swimming in a swimsuit. And the young people were swimming naked. Everyone began to climb into the water and swim to the opposite shore (too far, frankly). I hesitated a little by the shore - I waited, for some reason, until everyone got into the water. When the last young man climbed, the one who sailed to that bank in front had almost swam. I, as I am a fast swimmer (I actually swim fast in the usual "female" way), I swam to catch up with the one who was in front. In my sleep, I swam even faster than I actually did, like a rocket. And now, after a few seconds, having overtaken everyone, she swam to the coast. But it turned out that it was not a shore, as it seemed from afar, but some kind of raft made of light wood. And, they say, whoever gets on it first will have to climb on it ... And separately girls, separately young people ... In general, I climbed onto this wooden raft. Soon the first young man arrived. He was a handsome young man and, it seemed, he had a twin brother. A small digression. The fact is that in a dream I did not feel myself, that is, I saw everything from the outside. And the girl I felt I was was not at all like me in appearance and the mask that she presented to others. But although I watched this dream as if from the outside, I felt that I was that heroine, and then, (see below), I will feel myself in the body of a young man ... and another girl ... and then myself .... In general, read on ... So, this handsome young man swam up to the raft and already wanted to climb on it ... but he remembered that he was naked. And when he jumped up to climb onto the raft, and then changed his mind, I saw his penis with god's vision. Then all the others swam up and we began to have fun. I forgot to say a very important thing - when he jumped to get on the raft and then fell into the water, he .... Disappeared! (more on that below). Anyway, okay, everyone else and I dabbled, had some fun in the water, and then swam back to the shore. I forgot to say something else about that young man. When our views crossed, we liked each other very much. But! He liked not me, but that heroine who was in a dream. Therefore, I immediately noticed his disappearance. Now I was in the role of a guy who liked my character and who disappeared. It turned out that when he fell from a jump into the water, he fell from the sky, from a 10-20 meter height to the same place from which he jumped. But there was no one there. He swam to the shore where our camp was. There, from the shore, he saw the floating "colleagues" slowly approaching, but he saw that there was no me (my heroine). He started looking for me. The bottom line was that he ended up in a parallel world. He told the captain about this, and he said that she was not here. Because in this parallel world, where he got, there is no me, and in my parallel world there is no him. But the attraction was sooooo strong with him and me. I can't say for sure, but, it seems, the fact that we were in different worlds with him was how harmony was established between the worlds. Now let's return to the world where I was. Everyone noticed that the young man was missing. But what to do!? Need to work! The next episode of the dream was that we are building a pontoon (pier). Moreover, we are building only me and another black-haired girl with medium length hair - a square. I didn’t like her…. A bitch, in a word. I remember she and I, in rolled-up trousers, shirts and kerchiefs, rolling logs for the pier. I looked to the right - there all the young people were probably drunk and, gathered in a circle, looked at those who, in turn, were dancing in the circle. I even then thought that they say we are working ... and she is having fun, but maybe they worked during the day and now deserve a rest !? After all, it cannot be that they do not work at all, this is not fair and the captain - I think he would not have allowed this. But then I felt like that black-haired girl-woman. So, she looked to the right and saw a dense man dancing. "This is who I need!" She thought. She wanted to get something out of him. Some information (maybe about a parallel world !?). And, when he finished dancing, she brought him to some bushes and had sex with him. During sex, she kept saying that he would tell her something. She lay on top of him. But, suddenly, she suspected something was wrong - the man was silent and did not move. She understood - he was dead ... The next day several people went somewhere by boat. Including me and that woman. She took with her that dead man to hide his death from everyone, because they might suspect her. She probably wanted to bury him somewhere. But then the boat staggered and the man fell out of it ... The woman looked in fright what happened to him. It turned out he fell into a lifeboat where two men were sitting. She jumped into it for the corpse. Once in the boat, she saw that the captain was walking on deck, and hid in horror. But he saw her and called her to him. Here a serious conversation took place with her. I do not remember what they said, but the essence of the conversation was that she behaves terribly, that she is a bitch and she needs to change. And I (my heroine) even then thought that, why, I wonder, did she take the girls to develop the island !? Apparently, for procreation ... But if I do not want no one and I will not !? Well, it turns out that they took me in vain !? Further, I did not understand who I am and in whose body I am - that bitch or my main character. In short, that dark-haired with anger, when the boat sailed back to the camp, took something from the table and began to break ... (it looks like some kind of clay tablets). I don’t remember how, but we were summoned to the top floor, in my opinion, three-story building. There we saw this: a gray dull room, a large painting on canvas, and in the room there was a woman, the same one from the painting! She tells us: “You broke the plates! These plates were a reflection of the picture, look, now because of you in my picture, where I live, cracks! " For some reason I had a brush in my hand, I began to paint over the places to which it showed with cracks. From the beginning I painted over carefully, so that it is not even visible that there was a crack here and it was painted over. But, then there was a lot of beige paint on the brush and the cracks, which I tried to paint over, now turned into large oily beige spots. In general, it seemed now that someone had desecrated the picture and dabbled with paint. To help my trouble, the woman called other people from the picture. They appeared. Everyone began to scold the bitch girl who broke the signs. It turned out that the cracks appeared not only due to the fact that she broke the tablets, but were also formed along the trajectory of her movement around the camp, that she, apparently, was doing something bad and the picture captured it. The woman who met us in the room first asked the black-haired girl to go outside and remember exactly where she was. She was about to go, then an elderly woman, who had just been summoned by another from the picture, said that it was not necessary, that she could read along cracks. I don't remember what exactly she said, I only remember that that girl was sneaking into the warehouse for some reason. Next episode: We met with that young man who was captured by a parallel world. It was night. We were lying on the beach with him. We lay like that all night, embracing. And in the morning, spirits and ghosts came and told me that I had proved my love for him, that now I could save him from a parallel world and return to me. (I also thought then that I probably proved love by not having sex with him, but just lying with him). They gave me a scroll where instructions were written on what exactly I needed to do in order to get into a parallel world to my young man. The first instruction was to meet the dawn with him (with his shadow, with which we lay all night). Several times we did not succeed and only on the third morning we met a golden dawn with him. Further ... I don’t remember, but I remember that I had to run to the coast exactly when the bombing began, and I was specially waiting for this moment. Because if even one instruction is not followed exactly, the meeting may become impossible. There were also those that if you complete, say, the first five tasks, but you can kiss him, if a few more, then hug. Moreover, "hug" was a bigger bonus than "kiss-kiss", and I agree with that. And now, it remains to follow a few instructions before getting into a parallel world. It was necessary, like, to swim, or to go to our camp when SEVERAL stars were lit in the sky (not one, but not all), and when they were bright. And I did it. And, on the shore, he was waiting for me ... my beloved. We hugged, kissed ... He said that it was necessary to notify the captain that he was leaving. He was in the tent, playing poker with some drunken men. He did not respond to the request to speak. By the way, he was all overgrown, with hair like an old rocker, a long beard and a brown mustache. The young man pulled him out of the tent and showed him that there she was, I, that I had found him. Contrary to my expectations, he was not drunk and reacted quite adequately. I made parting words and we said goodbye. Parallel to this, in the world from which I came, a similar thing happened - we also approached the captain's tent, but he was not drunk, he was well-combed and solid. I told him that I had found a guy and brought him, here he is…. He said he was good, etc. Now the young man and I have to follow the instructions for returning home from this parallel world. It was necessary to walk along the sandy shore and jump from the cliff into the water - it was a portal to my world (the one from where I came). We jumped off a cliff. He was about 7 meters, but we flew for a long time, about a minute and flew, maybe about a kilometer. When we were in the water, we swam to our camp, went ashore. And they went, as if back, but in another world, to the camp. Here are the moments when we spoke in this world with the captain and said goodbye to him, and when we approached the camp and stood on the sandy beach. We put on a towel. I thanked the spirits and ghosts for everything they did for me, they nodded, and that young man and I made love, on the beach, in the light of the stars…. To the sound of the surf, which was also present in one of the instructions for freeing the guy. Now, on the beach, I was again the heroine of a dream, but when I saved a young man from a parallel world and followed the instructions, I was myself. September 16, 2006
AnaLitik Reply
There is a lot here. But usually, already the very first shots of the film explain what the film will be about. If everything starts with a bus, then a person has to live for the system rather than for himself. Further, this line develops: I am in the service, I "surrender" to the situation, which was created not by me, but by someone else. Hence my duality and even trinity arises. This is called displacement. Fragments of someone else's fate are shifting to me, now I am not me, but a substitute for someone else's fate. All of us - of course, to varying degrees - are in the service of our family-tribal system. Hypothetically, we can assume that through this dream my system wants to show me some secret dynamics (repressed and hidden by someone long before I was born). My mother, my grandmother, or my grandmother have their own secrets related to the death or loss of their partners. They never managed to untie these painful knots (create the desired relationship). Now the system is shifting unresolved issues onto me. I can, at the cost of my life, pass these tests for my mother or grandmother, and thus defuse the situation, complete this dynamic. But I can do differently - divide the levels: I am just a child, and you are big and strong. You can handle it yourself. And I will live my own life. For yourself. Here, not in the "parallel world".
Kosa09 Reply
Hello! Help me interpret my dream. And I dreamed this: I am in some house, previously unfamiliar to me. But I live in it, or work in it. I sense someone's presence. I go out onto the porch, and there is a big dog of light brown color, a Rottweiler. And in the yard there are many dogs running around, also large, of different breeds. It turned out that this dog will have to live in our house. I stroked her, she ran out into the yard and (sorry) began to poop. She did it VERY well, and as a result, she became small and like minotaurs. Then I dream that there is a path in this courtyard and everything around is covered with snow, white and clean. I start to clean the path, it is so easy to clean, it immediately falls behind with large pieces of ice. I put it on a pile near a warm place - either the fire burned there earlier, or just a warm place. Here. By my zodiac sign I am Scorpio. I would like to know what this dream is for. Thanks.
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I rode the bus in the back seat. There were many people. There was a tour guide or some kind of main bus. Who was talking about something and asked to greet a certain Arseny who stood out with something. He sat on the right side by the window. This is a boy of about seven years old. Very handsome and with white white hair, which is grown back and pulled back in a ponytail. A cap was on. He smiled, shifted slightly in the chair or stood up. The people in the bus began to look around, but the chairs are high and the boy is small, only a few who sat behind saw him. Suddenly the boy got up and went out into the passage. I thought he wanted to introduce himself to everyone, but he took my hand, said let's go, and pulled me to the door. The bus was driving, it was funny to me, I did not know what to expect. The bus stopped. We went out. I saw a tree with watermelons growing. Some young guy or man began to knock them down with a stick. One fell and split, the skin was thick, and there was not much watermelon inside. I thought it was great that autumn, I counted the months, it turned out that autumn is long gone. The people who were sitting below were afraid that the watermelons would fall and fall on them and scattered to the side, I also walked away. I don’t remember how we collected or found a lot of watermelons. As a result, we see them in a bus or a barn, we are going to take them with us. Something is happening, or an additional watermelon was put in, the roofing felts were tightened harder, but all the watermelons poured out of the barn. People began to collect them, and I went into the barn and began to figure out how to fasten them and braid them with ropes. Age 25. Sex - J.
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A luxurious comfortable bus, I seem to be sitting in it with my mother. We're going fast, where - I don't know. But I am sure that now there will be problems on the road, and at first the road will go down steeply, two drops, the bus will jump, fly into the tunnel and get out of it safely and quickly. And so it happened, with the only difference that the bus bounced not twice, but once. We entered a round dark tunnel, at the end of which a bright light is visible. And then the bus left and stopped abruptly. A green area far from everything. A monastery or a complex of churches, a green park. Many people. I walk along the grass, along some paths, I see vials of holy water, which are sold by monks. Some kind of big church holiday, it seems, Easter. I am outraged that they have bottles with price tags, some of them have numbers “70 UAH”. And I have a bigger container and holy water for free, although I just don't understand why I have them. However, I know that I have them for free and they are real, unlike the questionable bottles of sellers.
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Riding the bus with my father out of town. My father promised my mother that he would definitely take me to the sea and get a ticket. I don't believe him, but in order not to "tease the geese" I agree and go. We enter a street that I already dreamed of: a small square behind a beautiful old station building, a little even flirty (in real life there is none). As soon as we enter the square, the bus disappears. For some reason, after taking care of clothes for the winter, I go to the covered market. (Before the beginning of this episode, I dreamed that a riot broke out in the country, and merchants from now on, instead of taking money from buyers, pay them themselves - this will not last long). Father comes with me. We are looking for a fur coat. At first I see a huge purple "down jacket" with rivets, and my father immediately started shouting "Take, take!", But I looked at the lining, and there was a synthetic winterizer, and sloppy. And I didn’t take it. Move on. There are few goods, people - too, twilight in the room. I went up to the counter with fur coats. They are not long, just behind the knees, sewn with a "trapeze", with hoods: black, orange and pink. First I try on an orange one, I look at myself in the mirror: I am in my orange coat, and the fur coat is cool, bright, but somehow I don’t like it. I try on black, for a silver fox. It is big on my shoulders, wide and uncomfortable, but my father buys it for me. I am not happy, I think I will have to buy a long one too. I walk around the corner, see stands with artificial sheepskin coats and a little further - long fur coats. They are ugly and of poor quality. I don't remember exactly how we buy a sheepskin coat (artificial), I have two bags in my hands. Then I am again on the street, I see a trading hall on the left, illuminated, I go there, but there are very few goods there, and I leave. Back on the bus with my father. We drove out of the city. Near the park the bus slows down and disappears. I see a policeman in the distance who must come up to us. But it doesn't fit! I am angry because it depends on the policeman whether I get a permit. finally the policeman notices us and blows his whistle. The Minister of Internal Affairs comes up and greets me, kisses my hand, says that the situation is so difficult, and apologizes for the delay. I answer: "The situation is made up of the sum of external factors (which are difficult to influence) and internal (they can be influenced)." Then I find myself in a strange place: the slope of a giant mountain, I've never seen one like this. Gloomy forests. On the slope of the sanatorium, it is gloomy, as if an eternal evening. I don't want to stay in sanatoriums, I strive to reach the bottom of the slope - and I reach it. There is a hippodrome, a large detachment of cavalry galloped. I find myself in the center of the arena, I want to ride a horse. Some male steward appears and tells me that if I catch and hold at least one horse, I can ride it. Around me are galloping completely wild (but in bridles) horses. I could not catch the bay, I did not like the white one. And then a tall black horse appeared with a white stripe along the face. She is so beautiful that I really wanted to catch her, but it was she who turned out to be the most wild and terrible. Even the manager and his subordinates are afraid of her. Nevertheless, I manage to catch the black horse by the reins and lead him away from the hippodrome. We walk together, and I argue that, of course, it is unpleasant for a horse to roll someone, but this is his job, and that is what he is intended for. imperceptibly the horse turns into a young man, like even a guy.
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I'm on a packed bus. I know that almost everyone gets off at the next stop, but no one gives the driver a signal to stop. I'm waiting for someone to beep, but no one does. Then in panic I wade through the crowd and shake the signal to stop. The bus stops, the whole crowd dumps out in a very picturesque place covered with pine needles. We are all heading towards the concert complex. Mireille Mathieu gives a concert there. I find myself in a huge, decorated hall full of people. Everyone is sitting in the stands, and I am at the concert stage. Moreover, the hall resembles a circus or bullfight hall - the stage is located at the very bottom of the audience. Nearby is a huge pedestal, on which my sheet is stretched. Young performers walk on the pedestal and sing songs. I realized that the concert was mixed: first I sing for beginners, then local stars, and then M. Mattieu. But I did not wait for Mathieu, the next dream began. The second dream is somewhat similar to the first. I'm in a super modern town with awesome architecture. Around the steps, halls greenhouse. There are a lot of people in tuxedos and chic dresses, waiters scurrying around with glasses. Everyone is waiting for the start of the gala evening. I go out to a small area. There, Bill Gates, about forty, dyed red hair, tells an enthusiastic audience how he prepares his favorite dish. Which dish I don't remember, sort of like scrambled eggs with all sorts of bells and whistles. He cooks it in front of an enthusiastic audience. Then he begins to treat his admirers with his scrambled eggs. I also want to try, but I can't get through to him through the crowd of admirers. I return to the huge chic hall, where all the celebrities from different branches of science and arts have gathered. There probably all the Nobel laureates were present. Finally, the revival began. A man in a tuxedo came out and was about to give a speech. I see there is a toilet at the entrance. And I just wanted to, sorry, to relieve a great need. Well, I settled down on the toilet and got down to my business, and I myself am dying to sleep, I see everything that happens through the narrow slits of my sleepy eyes. The crowd rustled in surprise and moved away from me. The man began to deliver his solemn speech.
Jenuevieve Reply
Mireille Mathieu and Billy Gates are symbols of success in the field of creativity and technology. It is characteristic that there were no Rothschild-Mavrodi among the characters, which means that you internally understand that the financial field is “not yours”. I glimpse Nobel laureates, perhaps some scientific ambitions. I find it difficult to interpret the toilet. For me, he is a symbol of vain and unproductive efforts.
Tamra Reply
I had a dream where there were many events, a bus, an explosion of a tank, all in scraps, but I clearly remember that I was looking at a photograph of the family of my beloved man. I understand that the photo is from the past, but it looks all in dark colors, there are no bright colors at all. In the middle is his wife in some kind of dark gray clothes and in her hands her knitting. I'm still surprised that she knows how to knit. To her right is a daughter (still small), but in life she is already married, and to her left, they are all at a decent distance from each other, i.e. not nearby, but randomly. But the main thing is that his face is not in the photo, but only his body below the waist. For me it is of tremendous importance what this dream can mean to me, tk. I have been in a relationship with this man for 14 years and we have a common child. What can this dream mean to me? I would be grateful for your answer.
Denisenkok Reply
i dreamed we were driving along the road, 2 buses were going to the meeting, in the first the bride and groom were joyful, in the second there were joyful people and people were following the buses, one woman suddenly broke her heel. I had this dream on the road, when my husband and I were driving to a city in which I had never been. I am 25 years old
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I am returning from somewhere to my city (or not to my own). I am on the bus with my acquaintances, a woman-cosmetologist, whom I once visited, recognizes me and calls out to me, says with conviction that I need to come to her. I am quite friendly with her, but after saying goodbye, I think: "Do I need this?" Not far from the forest, I get off the bus with friends: a woman who needs Victoria, and a man who says that rather than spend money, it is better to pick Victoria in the forest (namely Victoria, not strawberries). We go into the forest looking for a berry. I don't need Victoria, I help for the company. At first, there are no berries at all, once I pick a handful of seemingly not very good berries with the thought that later I can sort it out, figure it out. Then I understand that we are at the cemetery. More precisely, this is not a well-groomed cemetery, but some kind of abandoned, old, chaotic graves. I accidentally fall with my foot into the loose earth, scramble myself out, wondering if the dead will be offended for such disrespect, it seems, I even apologize aloud. There is no choice, I continue to vomit at the graves. The berry began to come across exceptionally beautiful, there are quite a lot of it, but I don't try it. Then some woman says that they also tore at the graves, but the berry gave off like herring, or something, the bodies decompose, a not very tasty product grows. And I, in contrast, remember the poems of Marina Tsvetaeva: "... Cemetery strawberries are not tastier and sweeter." And for some reason I don't feel curiosity to taste it myself, as well as I don't feel disgust, I just think. And the next piece on the same night. I need to arrange an adult daughter (which I do not have in real life) in a school (apparently, something like a college in front of an institute). School in England (and at the same time next to the cemetery where I collected Victoria). We are going to talk with the school administration, I have a thought that my consumptive knowledge of English is clearly not enough, but the director speaks excellent Russian. She tells something about the school, my daughter asks me if they have classes with a medical bias (apparently, she is going to the medical institute later). I ask the director, I say that it is very important for us. Finally, I think about which school to choose. In this one, it confuses me that immediately behind the fence there are abandoned graves, somehow it is not joyful for children, but in some ways this school has a bonus. And there is another option ...
AnaLitik Reply
It is convenient to compare fragments of one dream with each other in order to understand their general idea (the unconscious loves to say the same thing in different languages, because it seeks to convey its thought as fully as possible). A cemetery, like a college (school), in itself symbolizes a zombie context: here and there the seizure of our freedom takes place, here and there we must formalize our “I”, realize our belonging to a clan, tribe, oath, flag, anthem, state, etc. .P. (loss of inner peace and assimilation of roles). However, Victoria grows there ... Wonderful berries that symbolize life and pleasure. In general, according to the design of nature, a highly developed person can enjoy any role (like computer programs) without belonging to any one. It's good when there are options ... You can play with the bones of your ancestors with love. Continuing Tsvetaeva, one can recall the early Yuri Kuznetsov: "I drank from my father's skull for happiness on Earth." Why not…
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i dreamed that I got on the bus. I was wearing a lot of clothes. it was very cold. it was night outside. the bus was empty. I sat next to the only person on the bus. he looked like a bum, he also had a lot of clothes and the clothes were strange. I couldn't see his face. he felt that I felt bad and somehow stroked me. after a while, I really felt better. I felt a very strong sense of gratitude for this person. I wanted to express it like that. I overcame my shyness and touched this person. he said that his knee hurts and I suggested that he treat him with my hand. I touched his knee in a special way. after a few minutes he turned towards me so that I could see his face. It was thin, unshaven, and had glasses on. He told me - "baby, now I love you with all my heart"
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A ride on the bus symbolizes a programmed situation (you are being driven, so everything is subject to a certain scenario). Inside the bus, the girl comes into emotional contact with a man who looks like a homeless person. We all remember from childhood Pushkin: "And he called for mercy to the fallen," but sometimes social mercy can be used by the deviation monitor to destroy a person. A beggar, a child, a disabled person, or a pet can serve as a dynamo to receive energy from a simple-minded helper. Then the helper begins to play a specific role in a specific scenario, turning into a “bus passenger”.
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And this is a dream that my son had. The fact is that my child has been sitting at the computer for a year, we did not attach any importance to this. At the age of 6, we turned to a psychologist on a completely different issue, the specialist drew attention to the fact that we have a "computer boy", we limited the playing time to 15 minutes a day, but computer games are still one of the most desirable pleasures. Here is a child's dream: He gets on the bus. Instead of a steering wheel, a computer is in the driver's seat. The bus is controlled by a computer. At the same time, a "cool game" is running on the computer. My son's cousin (my nephew) is an authoritative person for my child at the wheel-computer.
AnaLitik Reply
A person grows simultaneously in two aspects. First, in the "amoebic" aspect, that is, from the inside (independently, creatively). Secondly, - in the "uterine" aspect, due to the uterine influence of the external environment. The bus "symbolizes submission to the programmed situation, means life and movement in the programming womb." In addition, "if the subject does not drive the car himself, then this indicates the dominance of external semantics over him."
Geroneia Reply
i dream that I am on the bus. in gray in front of me are two women. to the side, across the aisle, are gypsies. one of them leans over to me and demands to give my wallet. I am scared because she mutters something and I understand that if I listen to her, I will stop controlling myself and give it to her. I say: "Yes, fuck you!" the gypsy laughs and passes on our conversation to her, but continues to mumble. I understand that it is necessary to attract the attention of someone from outsiders and I appeal to the women sitting in front. one is outraged that I was rude to a gypsy. and goes out. the other one understands what the matter is and promises to accompany me. the gypsies understand that I did not succumb to their influence, they laugh and leave. the woman escorts me almost to the house. along the way, I tell in detail - how the conversation with the gypsy happened, about what happened to me for the fourth time already, and with a laugh - about the fact that I have nothing in my wallet ...
AnaLitik Reply
Try to relate the dream to recent events or to your life in general. The heroine rides on a bus, along a programmed route, that is, under the control of a script (a parental program laid down in childhood). Then an intrigue arises, in which four women participate: the heroine (empty wallet), the gypsy (the deceiver), the grumpy (outraged that I was rude) and the savior (escorts me almost to the house). None of these women - upon completion of the intrigue - gains anything useful. (Even the heroine did not save anything, the wallet is still empty). “This is the rule of any complex, either it develops in one person, or is distributed among many. When such a quartet is encountered in life, it acts as harmoniously as if it were about one person. " (the main thing, of course, is that the driving stereotype is not beneficial to either side). See Meneghetti, Raising the Red Lantern Cinemalogy (Four Kinds of Negative Female Psychology). "You need to manage your life as a prophecy of being, and not as a repetition of the system."
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I am in some building, similar to the Ordzhonikidze sanatorium in Sochi. I’m in a hurry, walking around the lobby, out of the corner of my eye I see that my suitcase and bag are already packed, I’m standing at the exit, I know that in 10 minutes a bus is leaving, which is supposed to take me and my child to another sanatorium. I'm in hurry. My child is 4 years old, lives separately, in another room, I walk along the corridor, open the door, go in, but he is not assembled yet. There is very little time left. I get angry, shout, at the same time collecting my son's things and urging him on with words, faster, faster, the bus leaves in 10 minutes. He is going slowly, he cannot get dressed, I help him and try to collect his things. But I only collect shoes. Sandals, shoes, boots. My child didn't get dressed so plainly, I see that it is necessary to run to the bus, I urge him on, he hesitates, I grab the slate (yellow), slap him on the bottom and shout: "Let's go faster, otherwise we won't have time", We run along the corridor, I see that my things are not there, I know that they were loaded onto the bus by either my friend or an acquaintance, we run to the door, open it, jump out onto the stairs, The staircase is long, marble, white. I am very angry that we do not have time, I urge my son on, and at that moment I see that the bus has started and drove away from the parking lot. In my hearts I try to slap my son with a slate that he moves so slowly, but at that moment the child stumbled and flew head over heels down the stairs. I run up the stairs in horror, but I can't catch up with my son, I just see that he is rolling like a ball, head-legs, head-legs. Blond hair flickers. I flew to the end of the stairs and lay without moving, I run up, I was overwhelmed by a wild fear that the child had died, I lean over him, I want to take him in my arms and wake up with a strong heartbeat and fear.
AnaLitik Reply
Such dreams are useful in that they serve as a mirror: they indicate what is wrong with us, what needs to be corrected. In this case, the heroine of the dream shows impatience and, as a result, excessive aggression. In general, any upbringing is aggression. Ideally, we should recognize the newborn child as the main perfection and try to remake the world for him. In practice, we redesign our child to fit the environment. To fly head over heels up the stairs means not to have supporting logical structures, not to understand what the requirements of this environment are. Getting on the bus is a collective scenario. A pile of shoes is a bunch of stereotypes because a natural child, like a sage, would rather walk barefoot. The meaning of sleep: I put too much pressure on my son and I can break him, disrupt natural development.
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I got on the bus, the inspector entered, I presented him with a travel card along with a student card of an art school - both of these documents justify travel with a 50% discount. The inspector stared at me and at the document suspiciously. Turned out to be a student design error. Stupid mistake in the last name or something like that. The inspector demanded a fine for a false privilege document. I tried to prove that the document was genuine, just someone wrote it with a mistake, but the controller demanded a fine.
Katani2582 Reply
I dream that I am riding the bus and look out the window, then I notice little killer whales on the grass, I ask to stop the bus and run towards them. A man is standing there talking on the phone, it seems to me that he calls for help, but then he disappears. I run in a circle of killer whales, one is really bad, I try to cover them, find water, iron them, I am very pleased to touch them, I talk to them. Then I call an influential person, tell him what happened, he answers me that they need to be protected from the sun, and he will come up with something now! At this moment, I see a huge car-carrier driving along the highway and a huge WOOL is lying on it and it is doused with water. I almost throw myself under the car, but I'm not scared at all. The car stops and I point at the little killer whales. People from the car are very surprised where they could appear here? After all, there is no sea or ocean nearby, only a river, but even that is not close! As a result, we load the little killer whales onto the car, next to the big one and they start pouring water over them, I see how they feel good and the car drives away!
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clear, sunny day! I'm already sitting at our bus stop in a bus, the driver of which is my boyfriend's cousin. The boyfriend is next to me, we are going to a concert or some kind of solemn event, for some reason my brother will be confused in our face, not well-mannered, but without anger in his heart. Not having passed even half a meter, I ask to stop the bus and my friend and I get off and head to our home. And here we are at this touching event, this is a huge hall the size of a stadium and instead of chairs - rows like stairs. all the relatives of my boyfriend gathered there and at the very top is his mother (in reality, she can't stand me. something happened and I SUDDENLY PUSHED HER DOWN AND SHE RIDED DOWN. I left there, her husband reproached me, and I said that I don’t know what to expect from myself, I became unpredictable.When I was leaving the hall I was presented with a very expensive ticket to another concert, I met my sister and gave her the ticket and told her to go to this concert with my younger sister ( we are 3 sisters, I am the eldest). went out of multiple corridors into the street, it was already dark. there I saw an old Zhiguli car making several sharp turns and throwing a woman out of there and moving over her. . the woman who was "joked" complained that she had a sick son, and the son now had a rise in the level of sugar in the blood, and he was in intensive care. I went to protect them and swear with these old women, my scandal was filmed and blackmail They said what they would show on television. I sat down at the bus stop to wait for the bus next to a very beautiful smart woman who was knitting with beautiful threads, I wanted to make friends with her, but my mobile rang. it was my boyfriend, he said that his mother was taken for an X-ray examination, and cried, “why did you do that, you won't pay, but we have no money anyway. that's all. who can explain what my dream would have known? thanks!
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I rode in a beautiful bus: "lorry", shining glass, white top and red bottom, comfortable seats, comfortable interior. We drive along a wide flat highway, around a field, lake, grove, in short, the land is beautiful. Suddenly I feel something is wrong. I am accompanied by a skinny boy with glasses and a healthy girl, my friend. Where and why we are going, I do not know, however, the journey is extremely pleasant, if not for the vague feeling of something. At the same moment, the bus abruptly turns off the highway, but a second before this maneuver, I and my two fellow travelers take off (!) From it and, hanging in the air, we see how the bus, having passed along the grassy side, softly fell on its side. In confusion, we rushed to the bus, to help those who remained there, and could not do anything: we turned as if into ghosts, into disembodied beings. It turned out that no one sees us and does not perceive us at all. We flew aimlessly. We got to the port city, and I was doing something there, and we lived under the roots of a huge tree. They really wanted to return to the human state, but nothing worked for us.
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It looks like a grind of thoughts about a posthumous state. Somewhat reminiscent of the old American films "My Dad's Ghost" and "Ghost" with Patrick Swayze. When the main characters and after death continued the inertia of consciousness, as if they were still alive. Another soldier who was saved from death after the battle claimed that all the dead continued, by inertia, the battle, as if they were still alive. Riding a bus is a life in society (after all, a bus is a public transport). The bus skidded - an abrupt change in life in which it will be difficult to find a place.
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I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time, some variants of painting flashed, clothes of different variants of painting .. the image of the first guy. 1. I get off the bus through the front door, at the door below at the entrance to the bus stands a monk all in black from head to toe, he briefly says something to someone on the bus. I catch a glimpse of the monk's old face with a peripheral vision, but for some reason I don't want to look at it, I go down, go out into the street. This is the stop where I come for both courses, closer to architecture. institute. And I draw your attention to the fact that I have a round stick in my hand, with peeled greenish paint for 60-70 cm. I look at it with surprise, what kind of stick, what is it for, maybe a person leaned on it ?! (while it does not have a handle, it would be more suitable for charging). I walk a few steps, I see on the white wall of the kiosk, a black suit hangs on the shoulders: pants and a jacket with ties (now I think it looks like a suit for martial arts), while the thought that someone left it unnecessary. And I think to put this stick next to it. The sidewalk on which I walk from the road is separated by a large long pile of spring snow. I think to cross the road to the bus stop towards the house.
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The stick can be used to attack or as an additional support for oneself, so it usually symbolizes power (scepter, rod). She “can symbolize both real service to society and the desire to suppress others; sometimes indicates a mechanical rigidity that permeates the entire organism, all the behavior of the subject. " The heroine of the dream here personifies femininity, so she refuses this tool. Therefore, the stick goes to the "men in black", whose representative is the monk. These people make history, and women's power turns into the manipulation of these history makers. Of course, such a centuries-old game needs improvement. You can read about the "logic of female power" in Meneghetti. The bottom line is that a woman is a natural regenerator of energy for the implementation of any story, but she has not yet managed to achieve complete transparency of the In-herself. First, the serpent captures the woman ...
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1. I am on the bus, 2 young women are standing and talking. One of the other says: "... When her skull was opened, she had one third of her head!" At the same time, I catch a glimpse that the upper part of the skull has been removed from the person. I hear this and from what has been said I understand that in the opinion of these women this is a bit too much. 2. Summer. I am walking somewhere near familiar houses. Suddenly a dog ran up to me and almost poked in my face, I hear her breathing, I pull back a little and see that it is a Great Dane. The dog walks away and talks to me about something. I look at her in surprise, she is already of some other breed, runs up to the owner, sits on the grass. I also sit down next to him and ask the owner of what breed is this dog? Then my white cat was in my hands. I come home and let her out into a small room (the door is located differently than in real life), but she walked out into a large room. It seems to me that there may have been another cat. Then I go to the toilet and a long red tape flies into the toilet, I wash it off, return to the room. I am worried about the thought that I probably clogged the sewer by flushing the tape, I go back to the toilet and see that there is no toilet bowl, something technical appears from the floor, reminiscent of what was here, but has now been removed. 3. I also remember a fragment that I try on a black sandal, the second one is standing next to it on the floor. I associate the dream with attending a seminar on accounting and talking with a friend, an accountant, on this topic.
AnaLitik Reply
Riding the bus means that you have to submit to a programmed situation, and it makes you sick. Perhaps all this has to do with your perception of the study, because something close to when people have their heads cut and tested for the presence of a brain happens in exams. The dog indicates the relationship with the "mother", and "mother" is any person who allows the "drowning man" to catch hold of him. With the help of the image of a cat, you can try to regain your own confidence, but this is only an appearance of confidence, because such a role requires constant participation in certain games. Trying on shoes and fearing the ribbon that can clog the toilet are part of these games.
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Indeed, the thought of working as an accountant evokes memories when you are in the cycle of "must" from which when you go on vacation you understand that when you return you will find a pile of work accumulated over this period. And from seminars "blows away", and it seems that you know almost nothing. My friend appeared as a dog, who helped me navigate in one question, while I understood that she had her own questions above her head, so I clearly felt this feline "deflection" in communication. This work, of course, guarantees a certain income, and the opportunity to be useful, to feel belonging to a team, only you want something more creative, your own ..
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I jumped on a regular bus to Chemal and now I am standing on this bank of the Katun in front of the bridge and I really need to go to that bank. On the other side is the village of Askat. Askat is like a fabulous dream. There live artists who create shamanic dolls and clay flutes - ocarins that sing with the voices of the gods. The gods of Altai hold this heavenly place in their palms. There is a direct connection with the gods - you walk down the street, ask yourself a question, lower your eyes, and under your feet there is already a pebble on which the answer is inscribed. An amazing woman lives in Askat, a master of clay, whom I met this summer, and who made a very strong impression on me. In a dream, this woman was nearby on this bank of the Katun and together we had to go to that bank, to the village of Askat, to where her house is. I really hoped that she would invite me to stay at her house. But before that it was still very far away, it was necessary to cross the bridge first. And the bridge became quite difficult: at first there was a steep embankment on the bridge, along which it was necessary to crawl upward. At first glance, there was nothing to catch on, but when you look closely, you could see three ledges on which only one person could fit. I desperately crawled upstairs, although I am terrified of heights. My friend laughed merrily and said that she was pregnant. She is about 40 and already has three children, from her last husband she was left a widow, the financial situation is difficult. And now she is pregnant again! An amazing woman. Brave. I crawled onto the last ledge of the embankment, but what I saw further frightened me even more than the sheer wall of crumbling rubble: further, two pipes connected by planks went through the suspended rope railing of the bridge. The pipes bent high upward, the boards collapsed here and there. All of this was shaking high above the stormy waters of the Katun. I realized that one of the religious leaders had built this obstacle in order to restrict access to the desired place by all - the village of Askat. Crowds of tourists make their way there in the summer with nothing to do. They stare idly, wander in disappointment in search of vivid impressions. And either the Buddhists who rebuilt their temple in Askat, or the Orthodox, decided to play such a joke on the curious - to make the bridge impassable and automatically there will be fewer idle people on the other side. Only those who really NEED will pass. Here I need it. I crawled onto the wobbly structure and immediately felt a fit of nausea from fear, I wanted to go down and run away. But the thought that on the other side - Askat and the artist's house inspired and gave strength. The thought flashed that the structure was very unreliable, and I would fall, but I immediately believed that the Altai Gods would not allow many people to cross this bridge and not fall. With this faith, I closed my eyes and crawled upstairs. I myself was amazed at my courage. The goal on the other side gave me wings and gave me extraordinary strength. Perhaps it was one of the rare dreams where I crossed the bridge. So I stand on the other side and rejoice in my soul from the feeling of solid ground under my feet. There was a railway on the other side, which in fact is not there. From the bridge, the traveler got straight into a long train. The artists' house was to the right, and the locomotive was directed vice versa to the left. The line-up started and began to pick up speed. I realized that I had got to the wrong place, began to figure out how to get off. The train was full of idle tourists who do not know what to do and are looking for new experiences. The process was supervised by young energetic guides - a whole brigade of dexterous circus performers who ripped off money for everything, and tourists gladly paid to be entertained. It was all pretty superficial, but who on vacation is interested in deep ideas? I explained to the guides that I had come to them by mistake and I needed to go to Askat. They told me that the train would reach a certain extreme point and go back to the bridge. I was worried that I didn’t have enough money to buy food when traveling. The guides initially tried to charge me for the fare, but I explained that it was not my desire to stay on the train and they quickly agreed. Gradually, they began to take me for their own, I used everything that was due to tourists who bought a ticket from the guides, I even dined with them, although I did not pay for anything. One of the carriages had a large pool in which they played water polo. I thought not to swim naked, at the same time seducing someone, and suddenly noticed that one of the women had her breasts on display, and some kind of turntables were attached to her nipples to attract attention. I realized that here you can have fun in a sexual sense. A snowy landscape suddenly stretched outside the window. I was worried, I thought that we drove very high into the mountains where there is snow. The guide said that the final stop is already close, after which we will go back. I thought that, in fact, I had a good travel arrangement, saving on food, I had very little money, but they all remained with me, and soon I will be in Askat.
The appearance of any vehicle in a dream is most likely inspired by reality, because we all use transport almost daily. Since a trip on a bus is a rather inconvenient way of getting around, then, as a rule, the dream book interprets this plot from a negative point of view; nevertheless, very rosy exceptions are possible. The secret of deciphering what this is like in a dream lies in the details.
Trip
If you dreamed that you were on a bus, then in reality the path to success was chosen in the wrong direction, the good outcome of your undertakings is doubtful. Such a dream is a clear indication that you cannot yet provide yourself with a more comfortable environment.
However, the Universal Dream Book suggests considering a trip on the bus as an encouraging sign, especially if you are comfortable in a chair and enjoy the process.
Why such a vehicle is dreamed of is described by Jung. Jung's dream book believes that traveling by any type of public transport in a dream is a sign that you are a conformist by nature.
If you dream that you are riding a bus, then this may mean that your mind is trying to tell you that you should strive for independence.
If you dreamed about a double-decker bus, then this symbolizes a kind of multi-level problem and suggests that you need to consider it from different angles.
Waiting for a vehicle
Waiting for a bus at a bus stop in a dream has its own meaning for everyone: a guy should prepare for disappointment in love, a married woman needs to take more care of his family, there is no point in hoping for the support of colleagues for a man.
Waiting for transport in a broader concept is an active search for a narrowed half, loneliness, lack of sexual relations. Had a dream about waiting for a public multi-seat car? The modern dream book promises that all desires will come true. Do not have time for a nego dream or see them leaving - hopes will not come true.
Explanation by Freud and Longo
Freud's dream book regards the car exclusively as a phallic, male symbol, and the bus also indicates various complexes. Lack of intimate connection or lack of fire and vivid impressions makes life incomplete. Moreover, Freud's dream book explains landing in the salon as a signal that you are trying to build a relationship with a person whom you consider unworthy and unsuitable.
Why does Longo dream of a bus? To the revision of values, analysis of the accumulated experience, after which it will be possible to look at yourself, your lifestyle from a different angle. If you dreamed that you were in a crush - beware of new acquaintances, because you can be seriously hurt.
Did you see in a dream that a friend or relative was running after a shared car? Get ready to help this person soon.
If in a dream you were inside an empty bus, then there is no one to count on, you will have to solve all the difficulties alone. But the overcrowded salon speaks of the unrelenting competition for a place in the sun.
Various interpretations
This symbol reflects everyday life, everyday life, routine activities, social positioning. A vehicle is a meeting place for people. The classic dream book believes that the bus symbolizes success in business, career, an upcoming fascinating and useful conversation, probable participation in an interesting event.
You should immediately reconsider your plans and life goals if in a dream you notice that you have made a mistake with the route number.
What the bus is dreaming of is also described by Azar. Azar's dream book predicts bad for the dreamer pastime being surrounded by unpleasant people and feeling deceived in expectations.
according to Tsvetkov's dream book
in general, including devices like an Elevator, Elevator, etc. - should be considered as an Apparatus, a Device if the Sleeper controls or participates in the control of this vehicle. In this case, we are talking about the general course of affairs and relationships, the development of events concerning the Sleeper; public: Bus, Metro, Trolleybus, Tram - temporary impotence; hostility or deception; delay in business; if you let it go, it will work out; familiar route - empty expectations; unfamiliar way - you yourself or you are deceived.
See traffic in a dream
according to Loff's dream book
The movement of vehicles is an exciting image of a dream. If in a dream it is necessary to travel, then it is transport that is the main means for resolving the question of the meaning of a dream. What matters is the movement of transport as such and whether it contributes or hinders the achievement of the dreamer's intended goal. Since almost everyone is faced with traffic on a daily basis, dreams related to it reflect the extent to which the environment contributes or hinders the achievement of your goals. These dreams may indicate to you that more patience, persistence, or creativity is needed to achieve your goals. Of course, dreaming about traffic can also mean that you are simply stuck in traffic for the whole day and this is one of the ways to relieve stress. Did traffic mean you missed an important meeting?
Why is the car dreaming
according to Tsvetkov's dream book
lead and rejoice yourself - unfortunately, to poverty, worries; troubles, interference in the personal; going back and forth is a litigation; official letters, papers; to park - it's time to break; collision, accident - return of the lost; (for a woman) a car - maybe a boyfriend; wheel (burst) - to parting or divorce; driving in a car - relationships, marriages; driving in a car is personal life, see Drive.
Dreamed of a car
according to Miller's dream book
Seeing in a dream that you are driving in a car means your activity and good luck in business. If you are in a car accident, then after such a dream, do not expect good impressions from the entertainment in which you are going to participate. Seeing yourself successfully avoiding a car accident is a good sign: you will be able to honestly avoid collision with the enemy of your plans. Buying a car in a dream is also a good sign that you will be able to restore your previous good position, but selling a car is an unpleasant change in your fate. Driving a car portends losses, sometimes illness. Being thrown out of the car on the go is bad news. A broken car is also a dream that portends failure. Just seeing cars in a dream is a sign of trips, changes in fate, pleasant travel. If you see that your car has disappeared, it was hijacked, it means a failure of many of your plans, on which the future depends. Getting out of the car is a sign of successful implementation of plans, which will bring you the satisfaction you deserve.
Dream about a bus
according to Loff's dream book
The bus is far from the most convenient means of transportation. Indeed, bus stops are very cramped, but, nevertheless, they represent the place where the paths of people from different walks of life intersect. Bus journeys are usually long, but at the same time, they provide an opportunity to admire the city and its surroundings. If you dream that you are riding a bus, it means that, for objective or subjective reasons, you are not able to afford a more convenient form of transport. But bus trips have their own charm. This is especially evident in long-distance buses, where there is a certain community of passengers. See who is driving next to you and how you communicate with these people. Perhaps you are traveling accompanied by true friends and are united by common interests. In this case, it is important to find a link between these people and the places you pass by.
The meaning of the bus dream
according to Freud's dream book
If you dreamed that you were waiting for a bus, this indicates that in real life you are waiting for your other half. Your life is incomplete without sex. Sitting on the bus in a dream - a dream signals that in real life you are in a relationship with a person whom you think is not at all suitable for yourself. You just started a relationship with the one who "turned up" to you in the first place. Loneliness was depressing, and so you decided to deal with it this way. If in a dream you were riding a bus, it means that in real life you expect much more from your partner than he can give you. Do not rush to show displeasure if you do not want your union to fall apart. Of course, a lot depends on sex, but by no means everything. After all, people do not spend their entire lives in bed.
Dream interpretation of Medea
Bus - symbolizes your social, daily life.
Be a bus passenger - means to be on the sidelines in life.
Get off the bus - use your chance.
Freud's dream book
If you dreamed that you were waiting for the bus - this indicates that in real life you are waiting for your other half. Your life is incomplete without sex.
Sit on the bus in a dream - a dream signals that in real life you are in a relationship with a person whom you think is not at all suitable for yourself. You just started a relationship with the one who "turned up" to you in the first place. Loneliness was depressing, and so you decided to deal with it this way.
If in a dream you were riding a bus - this means that in real life you expect much more from your partner than he can give you. Do not rush to show displeasure if you do not want your union to fall apart. Of course, a lot depends on sex, but by no means everything. After all, people do not spend their entire lives in bed.
Bus, like a car - is an exclusively masculine and phallic symbol, but unlike a car, it symbolizes your various complexes.
Dream interpretation of birthday people of January, February, March, April
Bus full of people - by the arrival of guests.
Dream interpretation from A to Z
If you dreamed of a bus packed at rush hour - this means that you will get satisfaction from a meaningful conversation with an intelligent, erudite and pleasant person.
Empty bus - on the contrary, portends a meaningless, empty conversation with an uninteresting interlocutor.
If you are on the bus - it means that you will fail or difficult progress in your business.
If you drive - all obstacles are surmountable and success is guaranteed.
Women's dream book
Waiting for a bus in a dream - indicates that in real life you are waiting for a meeting that is vital for you.
Sit on the bus in a dream - means that in real life you are in connection with a person whom, deep down, you consider a stranger.
General dream book
If you dreamed about a bus - it means that you have a stormy period of life.
If you dreamed about a packed bus during rush hour - this means that you will get satisfaction from a meaningful conversation with an intelligent, erudite and pleasant person.
If you dreamed that you were riding on a half-empty bus - know: all obstacles are surmountable and you are guaranteed success.
If you dreamed about an empty bus - you have an empty empty conversation with an uninteresting interlocutor.
If you dreamed that you missed the bus - it means that you will fail or difficult progress in your business.
If you dreamed that you became a bus driver - know: your happiness and the happiness of your family are in your hands, a lot depends on what decision you make.
If you dreamed that one of your relatives or friends became a bus driver - know: the happiness of your family is in the hands of a person close to you, and it depends only on him whether you are lucky in life or not.
If you dreamed that you were hit by a bus - know: in the near future, all your plans will collapse due to circumstances beyond your control and your life may change dramatically.
If you dreamed that you saw someone hit by a bus - big changes will happen in your family's life soon.
If you dreamed that you were traveling on a bus - in the near future you will not be able to achieve success in achieving your goals.
If the bus is full of passengers and you have to stand - in reality you will have to enter into fierce competition with other people in order to succeed.
To dream that you are traveling on the wrong bus that you need - a sign that in life you have chosen the wrong direction or goal. Take this dream as a warning, carefully and carefully assess your position and try to get on the right path.
Dream interpretation of the XXI century
Dream bus - as a rule, symbolizes your success in the business sphere, or an upcoming interesting and entertaining conversation, or the opportunity to have a pleasant pastime.
Broken bus in your dream - is a warning, due to the limitations of your views on difficult life situations, you may find yourself in a difficult situation.
Dream Interpretation of the White Magician
See a bus in a dream - to rethink all the experience that you have accumulated over your life. Perhaps there will be some reassessment of values, after which you will be able to look at yourself and your lifestyle in a new way. Dreams related to a specific situation have a different meaning.
Crowded bus - to the troubles associated with new acquaintances. They can dramatically change your position at work, and your career may be stalled by the actions of some newly acquired "friend". Beware of new acquaintances and do not trust them too much, at least for the first time. However, this interpretation is true only if in a dream you yourself are on a crowded bus.
Seeing yourself in a dream comfortably seated on a bus seat - to fun and joy. Joy can be associated with the success of someone close to you. But do not rejoice too violently: it happens that a holiday turns into ashes.
See you standing on a virtually empty bus - to serious difficulties that you will have to cope with on your own, without anyone's help. This is your task, albeit a rather difficult one. You should learn to make decisions for yourself firmly and confidently.
Watch in a dream how one of your loved ones catches up with the bus - in the near future you have to help the one you saw in your dream. Most likely, you yourself suspected that this person needs you, but did not dare to offer your support. Try to help the person with as much tact as possible, otherwise you will feel extremely uncomfortable.
See the bus passing by a stop full of people - someone has high hopes on you, counting on help in a difficult matter. It is in your power to make someone happier. The main thing is not to be proud of your achievements, otherwise everything thanks to which you achieved success so quickly will disappear in an instant, and you yourself will not notice how and why it happened. This is the basic law of white magic, which must be observed.
Dream Interpretation of the Wanderer
Bus - current, minor, daily affairs, mood.
Modern universal dream book
If in a dream you want to get off the bus - it means that you want to free yourself and do not want to follow a predetermined route along which the bus takes you.
Esoteric dream book
To be in the passenger compartment of a standing bus - to weather changes.
Be uncomfortable on the bus - the weather will not suit you, affecting your plans.
Run after the bus, wait for the bus - you will be unhappy with weather conditions for a long time (drought or rain).
Be a bus driver - a person who shares your interests.
Ride a bus - the weather will suit you.
Collection of dream books
Ride the bus in a dream - communicate in the near future with unpleasant people; failures and disappointments in business and business are possible.
Seeing a bus in a dream - to an entertaining and useful conversation.
Turn the linens inside out.
Don't tell anyone your bad dream before dinner.
Write it down on paper and burn this sheet.
Why dream bus interpretation of sleep. The bus is a very popular form of transport that is sometimes featured in human dreams. Depending on our behavior inside the vehicle, and the state of the bus itself, we can interpret our dream in different ways. Very often this dream is seen as a symbol of the possibilities of realizing the goal set for oneself, certain possibilities. Make sure that it is the dream book that interprets the dreams in which this type of transport appears.
Why dream of a bus - dream books
The bus, although not the fastest mode of transport, is often chosen by people as the best way to get to work, school or shopping.
Dream where we ride a bus with other people, exactly on the set route means a promotion on work. It is often also a meeting place for old friends, and even a new lover or sweetheart.
If you dream that you got on or got on the wrong busthen it may mean that you made the wrong decision in life.
I dreamed of a bus accident- This is a serious signal that being careful at work can end up with health consequences.
Miller's dream book - why did you dream of riding the bus
Why dream of riding a bus in a dream: can be interpreted as striving for a new relationship at work; it can be an interesting project, but also a new relationship. It can also be a symbol of some part, a fragment of life. The bus is a public means of transportation, so it can tell us that we are realizing our goals in activities in which other people are engaged.
Dream interpretation of wangi - why dream of a bus
Ride the bus through the city streets - a dream, can portend disagreements, disagreements with friends.
Dream Riding a bus outside the city- this is a signal that we see more opportunities, but some fears and concerns may be associated with them.
When we are not alone on the bus, and there are other passengers around us, they can symbolize people who are engaged in the same activity or area of \u200b\u200blife as we do.
Sometimes a dream bus ride can be an attempt to realize that we are too dependent, and we need to become more independent in making decisions and expressing our own opinions.
Dream interpretation of nostradamus - interpretation of sleep bus
If dream Bus full of people, in which silence reigns foreshadows success in business. Sometimes, however, this can mean that the person dreaming of the bus cannot find enough courage in himself to achieve the intended goal.
In turn when dream of an empty bus, this means that honors and recognition await us in the near future. Sometimes it can be a reflection of our loneliness, especially in dealing with issues of everyday life.
Dream interpretation hasse - a bus in a dream
Sleep while riding a bus with no passengers can personify the limitations that appear in our lives. it is a symbol of the lack of appropriate life comfort or insufficient conditions for self-realization.
Why dream of a bus ride can take this as confirmation that you have the qualities of a leader and are very responsible.
A bus in a dream - loff's dream book
Dreaming of waiting for a bus symbolizes our expectations for the right moment to finally realize certain goals. When a bus arrives at the stop, dreaming about which we want to ride is a sign that such a good opportunity will soon appear.
A dream during which the bus broke down or got stuck in a traffic jam is not too optimistic. This can symbolize stagnation, problems and helplessness, you should be patient.
Dream interpretation longo - bus
Driving a bus in a dream is not an easy task, because the driver is responsible for his and his passengers' lives. Therefore, when we dream that you are a bus driver, you can expect that soon you will be able to solve someone's problems.
Why dream of getting on the bus can be seen as an announcement to take advantage of an interesting opportunity. Perhaps, if you dreamed of a bus, you will enter into a serious business, a new stage in her life will begin, or you will enter into a new relationship.
Boarding the bus in a dream, which we were going to use, symbolizes that the choice of a new life path will be correct and we will feel good in it. Getting off the bus in a dream means that the person who is dreaming will give up a certain goal, knowledge or new opportunity for development.
