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Flying Dreams

Since I haven't posted in a while, I did some research online about flying dreams :



Dream Dictionary

 Dream Dictionary

I think this link might be helpful for those of us who have a dream that we want to figure out what it means.
Or if you have a re-occuring dream and think there's  a hidden message in it for you.

I always dream water, lots and lots of water.


Seems pretty ironic that I open up a community to do with dreams and such, only to find that I don't really dream for the next few days.. It's terrible! So out of boredom, I decided I'd make a post about one of my older dreams which I labelled Hallelujah:

I walk slowly down this spooky looking street. There are dead trees on either side o fthe  street and the wind is blowing through the leaves. The moon causes there to be shadows on the side walks. I was singing softly to me self the song "hallelujah" trying to kep myself calm and collected,avoiding all the other thoughts in my head. I could hear someone else singing the song with me, a guy's voice but I couldn't see them. I could feel him behind me, but nothing.. I felt something brush past my face and I turned around to see an old lamp post. A dark figure stood beneath it and I was walking up to see him, he holds out his hand. I reach my arm forward, still too far away to even touch him but just as I'm about to, I look up, and I still can't see his face. My hand just brushes his hand before I fall into darkness and wake up.

To be honest, the song itself, sung at night, quietly under your breath, is pretty spooky especially these verses which I remember most clearly. I guess the way to think of it, is a single voice, echoing in the darkness, and bouncing off the old houses in the dead of the night...: 

Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah  

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

The Stage

I was standing behind a curtain and a play was going on out the front. Nothing spectacular, just a show to entertain the people around us. I was running back and forth, giving people their scripts, helping them remember their last lines. We were being marked on these performances. The backstage was dark, as it should have been, the stage also dark with just the glowing light of a single spot light. I rush the next girl onto stage and breath a sigh of relief. It's almost over. As the crowd applause, I go on stage.. but there is no one in the audience. There are no chairs, no spotlights.. just darkness with a slight light coming from an unnknown source above. I can hear feet tapping on the floor just the soft pitter patter of feet going left and right, running around the room.. but I see nothing. I climb off the stage and notice, that on desks around the room there are little white blocks.. think the size of ipods only much bigger and square. Each one of these devices is playing a strange kind of music. I approach the first, one. It switches off by itself.. I move right.. and the next one does the same. I hear laughter behind me as I approach each one, followed by the giggling of a child. But nothing is there when I turn around. Everywhere I turn, I hear whispers, laughter and footsteps, but I see nothing. I leave the hall, and the place I am, is dark and deserted. I see an old playground, the swing slowly creaking with the wind, as if a child sat upon it and was slowly moving back and forth. I keep hearing footsteps, louder and louder as I walk along.. until it blocks out my thoughts.... 

Then I wake up.


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