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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