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The aim of this blog is to show dreams from different people and cultures, how people see their own dreams and what they mean to them.
All contributions of dreams and interpretations of them in the form of text, in English or any Scandinavian language, or/and images are most welcome to:

dreams@dreamsacross.org

You are welcome to remain anonymous, but please add the country you are from and where you live at present.

Thank you very much!


Bergen Norway

dreams Posted on Tue, November 12, 2013 09:15:20

Jeg løper gjennom flere
rom med en annen kvinne. Rommene er store og nesten tomme for møbler, og husene
er bygget av stein. Vi leter etter noe, men vet ikke hva. Rommene har store
dører og flagrende lette gardiner, og vi kan løpe ut på terrasser, og inn i et
annet rom. Vi løper til slutt ut på en stor terrasse, det er sol ute, og nå
skjønner jeg at vi er på flukt. Terrassen tilhører et av de øverste husene i en
landsby som strekker seg nedover en fjellside. Under landsbyen er det en skog
og dit må vi komme oss. Vi hopper ut fra terrassen og inn i hver vår store rosa
boble. Boblen svever nedover, men vi strever litt med å få de til å fly litt
høyere og litt fortere. Vi må på en måte få boblen til å snurre rundt. Under
oss i smau og over broer, på steinlagte gater løper våre forfølgere. Med en del
anstrengelser, så klarer vi tilslutt å lande i skogen. Skogen har store trær
med tykke stammer. Her endrer drømmen seg. Det utspiller seg en kamp, men
detaljene er borte. Jeg våknet like etter.


Drømmerens tanker til drømmen

Denne byen i
fjellsiden har jeg tidligere besøkt i forskjellige drømmer, men som oftest har
jeg beveget meg på gateplan selv, og byen har hatt forskjellige
funksjoner/navn.

Lene



Asker Norway

dreams Posted on Tue, November 12, 2013 09:13:25

Jeg er i verdensrommet og ser alle
planetene. Jeg hører en stemme som forklarer meg noe om hvordan vår planet
Jorden ble skapt av en kraft som heter Polycarp og det er jordklodens egentlige
navn. Jeg fikk også informasjon om andre planeter som hører sammen med jorden
vår, som har eksistert for lenge siden. Disse har nå forsvunnet så langt ut i
solsystemet at de er blitt borte, er døde. Likevel forstår jeg at de er der
fortsatt et sted og jeg følte jeg fikk dette direkte fra Gud som en viktig
kunnskap til meg.

Drømmerens
tanker til drømmen:

Det jeg forbinder med navnet Polycarp er en
sigøynerkonge som het Polycarp. Men jeg følte ikke at det var ham drømmen
handlet om. Så jeg søkte Polycarp på Internett og fant ut at en gresk mann ved
navn Polycarp levde fra 69 – 155. Han var biskop av Smyrna, som lå der byen
Izmir nå ligger på kysten av Tyrkia. Han har skrevet: The Epistle of Polycarp
to the Phillipians. Polycarp brøt med mange av datidens normer og døde som
martyr. Han skal ha blitt forsøkt brent på bålet, men stukket i hjel da ilden
ville ikke ta tak i ham.



Camilla



Essex England

dreams Posted on Tue, November 12, 2013 09:09:37

I am looking at a
picture that becomes real. It’s a building divided
into two that is in Wicklow, Ireland where my dad is from – except it
isn’t a real place I’ve ever been. It’s by the sea and is very faded. It
looks like Cornwall but I know it’s Wicklow.

Later in the dream in another place my friend Richard gets a job in a
country garden in England and is happy. He’s wearing a hat and the
garden is very green with pink flowers. It’s vivid but a bit overcast.

Denise from Essex UK.



Essex England

dreams Posted on Tue, November 12, 2013 09:07:26

I was in a giant bed and kept missing appointments. Everything
was white and there was a man who kept preventing me from doing
anything. He was young and possibly Indian and was like a manager.

Dreamer’s thoughts to the dream, own interpretation:

I
also dreamed of chickens but that I think that was because my sisters
chickens were killed by foxes the night before… Not nice

Denise



Oslo Norway

dreams Posted on Tue, November 12, 2013 08:58:13

I am part of
a white family that just had 12 piglets. People are born as piglets and changes
to humans when adult. We are cutting big sheets of cardboard and paint them in
different colours to create hang gliders for the piglets so they can start
their life with a flight.
Then we go to visit a black family that expect piglets. The black family are
rich and the white are not. The families are nomads living in great bags, the
blacks live in great and very expensive sports bags. The black woman shows us
the nice blue cardboard sheets she just bought fabric coloured, she proudly
shows us four blue cardboards in different nuances each with the name of the
coming piglet on. My fathers ex wife looks at it and says: “But they are more
beautiful, when we colour them ourselves”. The black woman nods but say: “It
has to be expensive!”
Our family is going back home, we live in second hand army bags under a tree.
We start to tie the piglets to their hang gliders. Each leg tied to a corner of
the cardboard and let them into the air. They struggle to keep their legs
straight, their legs shivering with strain.
After the flight, the family eats dinner. We discover a little black piglet,
which egg we accidentally brought with from the black family. He is black, but
has blond hair on his head. The other little piglets squeeze him, but do not
manage to kill him and hand him over to me. I squeeze him around his back and
stomach until his eyes are bulging, but can somehow not bring myself to use my
full strength. The little black piglet gets fed up with me, taking too long to
kill him, so he asks me to stop. I stop and he is accepted as a member of the
family.



Bergen Norway

dreams Posted on Tue, November 12, 2013 08:49:18

I got a letter from the tax office that told me I had
to move from the country, that I where not wished even if I was an albino. I am
a woman, but in the letter they addressed me as Alexander, so it was clearly a
misunderstanding. But I was furious just the same, felt unwanted and wanted to
call the tax office to storm and rage at them. But it was Saturday at 8 pm so
the office was closed. I lived with a friend on charity. She should have a
gourmet dinner with a friend that was actually also my friend, but I was not
invited. The son of the friend Trym that lived with us too, came home too late
in a taxi. He had been with his father and lost track of time. My friends where
still away eating their gourmet dinner, but they had left some slices of meet
in the house. I sneaked out and ate some of them with my fingers. Tear them
apart and stuffed my mouth full of them, they where delicate and juicy.

I am at the balcony outside my flat and discover an
unknown man inside my flat. I am scared but not hamstrung. He comes towards me
out on the balcony, self-assured. I pretend I am not bothered at all, while I
try to call the police. But he and his friend have disconnected the phone so I
come to one of his friends instead. I try to hold a light tone, even flirting a
little and ask him if I can show him something. I take his arm and do a nikkyo
lock, that is an aikido technique. When he lies down I tell him to clap his
hand in the floor if it hurts. He is complying. Suddenly I am in a cave
training aikido. Our usual trainer is coaching us, I am allowed to practice
with him. I tell him I find it fabulous to practice with him, that I like him
really much, that he has such a wonderful power and so on. Then it is
graduation, many more people comes and sits in lines on their knees. One of my
fellow course members that have got a hakama shall graduate. That goes well for
him and we eat sushi.



Asker Norway

dreams Posted on Tue, November 12, 2013 08:42:01

Jeg
fant avtaleboken til Pappa, skinninnbundet og tykk, så begynte jeg bare å bla.
Det stod ikke så mye i den, men han hadde vært helt konsekvent med å skrive ett
ord hver eneste dag i løpet av de tre siste ukene, nemlig ordet: Hopp! Jeg ble
veldig begeistret, for jeg skjønte med en gang at det betydde at han hadde
begynt å hoppe. Og jeg fikk raskt bilder av hvordan han gjorde disse hoppene.
Jeg så for meg at han for eksempel kjører inn på en parkeringsplass, går ut av
bilen og hopper flere meter opp i været. Bare ett hopp om dagen. Jeg ble
inspirert og tenkte at jeg også vil hoppe. Og at det vil gjøre en stor
forskjell i livet mitt om jeg også hoppet.

Drømmerens tanker til drømmen:

Jeg våknet og kjente at jeg ville
hoppe og begynte å tenke over mulige måter jeg kunne hoppe på. Og hvordan jeg
kunne gjenoppleve følelsen i drømmen. Jeg bestemte meg for å hoppe hoppetau og
siden har jeg hoppet hoppetau hver dag. Det får meg til å kjenne med spenstig
og glad.

Camilla



Oslo Norway

dreams Posted on Fri, June 15, 2012 18:19:46

I was in my Grandmothers house. My Grandmother and I sat together at
the kitchen table, we shared a meal that she had cooked. The room was
light and sunny, she smiles at me and talks
merrily. I feel that I am very found of her. Then she goes out into the
corridor and starts to walk up the stairs. I follow her some
steps after, not to stress her, since I know she walks faster if I walk
too
close behind. On the top step she turns around, smiles at me and
disappear.
I run after to see where she has gone, but the stair turns into big
sails of
canvas. I use all my effort to hold onto the sides of the sail and try
to hoist
myself up to the first floor, but the canvas gets slacker the further I
climb
and I slowly slide down.


Dreamer’s thoughts to the dream, own interpretation:

I was very found of my
grandmother and part of my childhood I lived with her. I could trust
her, knowing that she was always there for me, and she had this
wonderful
quality of not underestimating children. When I had this dream she
was 91 years old, and I think I sort of prepared myself for that she could not
live forever. I could bring with me the qualities she had given inside of me,
represented by the meal we ate that she had cooked



Oslo Norway

dreams Posted on Fri, June 15, 2012 18:19:21


Ingebjørg Torgersen



Essex England

dreams Posted on Fri, June 15, 2012 18:17:48

I dreamt my girlfriends cat kept walking backwards and forwards through the cat flap and getting bigger then smaller…Strange.

Denise



Bergen Norway

dreams Posted on Fri, June 15, 2012 18:12:22

I had just been in an accident together with three other people and
literary lost my head, I did not bleed much though. We where at an old
fashioned hospital and sat together thinking and speaking. I found both very
difficult without a head. I tried to write a bit, but all I wrote became
disjointed and senseless. Our heads were on the bed behind a cupboard and we
put them back on our throats when we wanted to smoke. But they where completely
loose and had nothing but a mechanical function. Some cats came in and I
cuddled them, it felt simple to do that and I liked it. It was something I felt
I could manage. Doctors came in to examine us, and thought we functioned odd,
but they gave me little attention. Then the doctors chased away the cats, I
tried to protest, but it was not easy to talk without a mouth. The cats did not
heed them and came back and I continued to cuddle with them. A doctor called
and asked us many questions on the phone said he was doing a paper on our case.
None of us where good at talking, but some of the others took their heads back
on, in the end I managed to speak using only my vocal chords. I could not
think, but tried anyway to answer the questions.

Dreamer’s thoughts to the dream, own interpretation:

Maybe
this dream is about loosing ones head in the sense of not beeing able
to think. It might also be a reminder of how much of our consciounsness
that is in our heads, but that it in some ways is possible to function
without this “head consciousness”. In this state I can relax with
simple things, things that got to do with sensing, touching and love
for animals.



Bergen Norway

dreams Posted on Fri, June 15, 2012 18:11:12

Snails, I was about to hold an origami workshop for some snails, but
they came to early and I did not manage to take proper care of them because I
was busy cleaning out of the house and packing for a flee market. They was
crawling around in the attic; they needed to be warmed a bit to make them
lively. Some laid in a drawer with steam, the others were getting cold and some
were lying on their backs. I became frightened that they where about to die. My
mother told me there where certain rules for politeness that hindered guests
from dying, but they where not usual. She asked: “Are they dressed?” I told
her: “No”. “Then you can’t ask them to undress and bid them sit down with a cup
of coffee”. I was moving from the flat and everything was bearing sign of
breaking up. I found some old things and pictures connected to memories.


Dreamer’s thoughts to the dream, own interpretation:

I feel this is about beeing too busy making changes in life, leaving
too little time and effort taking care of friendship, to keep relations
with friends “warm” perhaps? Why snails? I have no idea! Then I get
this advice from my mother about how custom can help me hinder my
friendships from dying.



Oslo Norway

dreams Posted on Fri, June 15, 2012 18:08:29

I have left been and forgotten

Brynhild



Bergen Norway

dreams Posted on Thu, June 14, 2012 23:42:49

I had just bought an apartment in the basement of a house, nicely
renovated and came home tired after a long day at work. In my living room is an
elderly woman dusting off the pillows. I find myself surprised, but not angry.
She is confused and I understand she is demented. I try to talk to her and
start searching in her purse, to see if I can find her home address. While I am
doing this, more elderly people enter my living room; they come from other
places in my flat. They where dirty and sat down in chairs and sofas, some of
them had been to the toilet and their hands and fingers where cowered in
stools. They took out some coins (ten Norwegian øre) fingering with them, and
their nurse said: “ Now you know why one never should suck at money”. I cried
out: “How did you get into my flat?” This is housebreaking! Where do they come
from?” And so on. After a while I managed to drive them out of the house. Still
an electrical wheelchair was left in my bathroom, and medicine boxes and
disposable diapers where left in my living room. Suddenly a lot of children enter my flat together with their
kindergarten nurse. They run wildly around the flat. I am dead tired, angry and
speechless to the extent of feeling I have fallen from the moon in shock over
the impudence of this behaviour. In the end I manage to get them out and get
the key from the kindergarten nurse. She earlier usually used my flat as a
pause room for her and the children and had got the key from the former owner
of the flat. Finally silence. It knocks on the door. The window was broken, outside stand five shady
types. In a moment I was relieved that the door was locked. They asked me to
let them in, but I refused. A man (my boyfriend?) was with me in the flat. He
said I would never manage to handle them if I opened the door for them. The men
outside starts to break in, saying self- confidently: “ Now we will assault
you!”

Dreamer’s thoughts to the dream, own interpretation:

All
of these episodes in the flat are about intrusion in my private space.
At the time I dreamt this, I worked at an old people’s home and had
also actually just moved into a new flat, that I had bought myself. I
was quite fed up with working at the home for old people and in need of relaxing in my home



Oslo Norway

dreams Posted on Sat, June 02, 2012 12:01:26


I walk in the countryside with rubber boots on my
feet, holding my two years old daughter in my arms. The weather is sunny and
the landscape beautiful. On the road are many pits filled with water and I jump
into them to amuse my daughter. The water splashes higher and higher and she
laughs. Then suddenly I jump into a bottomless pitch, my rubber boots fills
with water and drags me down. I let go of my daughter and am relieved to see she
floats up to the surface. I keep sinking and cannot get up.


Dreamer’s thoughts to the dream, own interpretation:

I had this
dream just after I split up with my daughter’s father. I think the dream both
shows the joy I felt when being with her and the anxiety of feeling responsible for
her alone in our everyday life.

Brynhild



Essex England

dreams Posted on Thu, July 22, 2010 13:17:33

I
was in a room in the daytime with the curtains drawn and there was a
girl in the room I recognised but couldn’t name. She was laughing and
someone was carrying a white cloth covered in blood. The dream made me
feel uneasy.

Denise



Essex England

dreams Posted on Sat, July 17, 2010 13:22:27

I dreamt my Mum had died and I was sobbing…Horrible

Denise



Minesota U.S.A

dreams Posted on Mon, July 12, 2010 14:59:20

My mother has arranged for my sister to stay at my house and I’m
perturbed. My sister insults me, then goes to sleep in my bed. With no
place to sleep, I roam the night looking for solace. I pick up some
fares in my taxi. My distress seeps over and I spazz on a pair of
customers because the female of the couple has made me angry. After
dropping them off, I smash my knuckles on the cheap plastic
architecture of a book repository, cracking the decorative black and
white plastic veneer.

The following afternoon, I’m working. I pick up those same customers. I
apologize. They are actually very chill about it. We see something in
the sky. It appears to be thousands of swirling birds around
a thin cloud. We look in wonder.

Are they migrating? I try to identify the birds. Maybe
they are swallows. Suddenly one comes very close – diving. No. Falling.
It is dead, its feathers askew. Now we see what is in the sky: it is a
tornado that has touched down in a lake.

The sky fills with clouds as the tornado retreats upward, carrying the
churning spiral of birds with it. Debris starts to strike the roof of my
car. It’s raining dirt, blood and feathers. A swan wing falls on the
windshield and stays there. A terrible smell: slaughter and muck and
fish. The dead birds fall from the sky with the fishes. I call a coworker. “is
this happening where you are?”

“It’s just starting.”

Later, at home: My roof is covered in debris and dead animals. There
will be a lot of clean up. I feel fatigue. In the back yard, an aardvark
that has fallen from the sky is missing all its hair, its face frozen
in a death mask.

A clean rain comes, and the roof runs blood. The ground foams red and
black. This is not the apocalypse, but feels like a very big job.
Nevertheless, I feel lucky to have seen such a strange event and wish
to share it with others.