[pt_BR] slow e os gnomos que te dão maconha durante a noite

A dois dias atrás eu tive um sonho que consegui escrever antes de cair de novo no sono. Seguindo a linha d'”os gnomos que roubam roupa de baixo” e d”os gnomos que te surram de noite” (e por isso tu acorda completamente moído), descobri a existência d”os gnomos que te dão maconha durante a noite”:

escavacao no quintal de casa. containers cobertos com concreto onde
tem tecnologia alienigena. eu foi liberado a pouco tempo e to olhando
as coisas. algumas pessoas estao olhando o que tem la'. "cientistas
desmontaram alguns artefatos e, montando em ordem completamente
errada, continuam funcionando". tem um velho computador que as pessoas
reconhecem e eu digo que ele usava pra alguma coisa. as pessoas
percebem que eu ja' conhecia ele.

andando por um parque, com uma miniatura do et. eu sinto falta dele,
como um amigo. de repente, ele aparece no topo de um morro ao longe e
me ve. vem correndo. nos abracamos como bons amigos. bate-papo. um
MIB aparece pra levar ele dali. eu entrego a miniatura pra ele, como
presente.

`a direita, tem um portico de arvores, onde eu planto algumas lotus
pretas que ganhei da minha mae. minha irma aparece com uma bicicleta
de tres rodas, tentando passar pelo portico. ela pede pra tirar, mas
antes que eu consiga levantar, ela passa por cima de uma das plantas
com a bicicleta e a planta pega fogo.

acontece alguma coisa em uma sala, eu estou segurando as plantas, que
viraram bonecas (parecem barbies, mas a pele e' cinza-esverdeado e o
cabelo e' verde com preto). a parte que pegou fogo era o cabelo dela.
um furao esta' aos meus pes. ele e' meu. eu falo com ele, ele se
levanta sobre as patas de tras, se apoia no meu joelho e chia,
voltando ao chao. eu chamo ele e ele nao me olha.

eu to correndo no entroncamento de entrada em porto alegre, de noite,
sob chuva leve. eu vou correndo direito sobre a pista, como se fosse
um carro mesmo. eu carrego um servidor "slim" sobre o braco. ao chegar
no comeco da freeway, um carro aparece, mas anda na mesma velocidade
que eu estou correndo. eu diminuo e deixo ele passar, entrando na
pista que ele estava logo a seguir (eu quero pegar a pista da
direita). eu pego o retorno, como se fosse retornar pra assis brasil.
um raio atinge um para-raio logo a frente. eu conto os segundos entre
o raioi e o trovao pra ver a distancia do centro da tempestade, e sao
poucos. comeca a chover realmente forte agora. eu escondo o servidor
sob a camiseta.

Só a última parte é que eu me lembro claramente como é. Apesar da destrição, até o raio o sonho até era aconchegante, mas depois tornou-se pesado.

Reconciliation?

Ok, it is a dream. So don’t think I just got nuts.

I’m sitting on a marble table, playing some game with Babaum and Marcus (another co-worker). Babaum is at the phone, trying to convince his wife that he can stay there and play while I’m already playing. Marcus is just watching, I think. Suddenly, Babaum gives me the phone, in a way that says “try to say to her that I can stay here”. So I pick up the phone and start talking to her, but she takes ages to answer. She says that he has stepping on the next day and he can’t miss it. I say “hold a sec” and ask him what he would do. He does a nice stupid face, like “I don’t care, it is your problem to convince her”. I talk to her again, saying that he said he’ll find a way.

At that moment, another computer at the left appears, on a small table, and my little brother is there. He does a small nice stupid face too, like some compliment, but says nothing, as I’m on the phone. Babaum’s wife doesn’t answer me anymore, and I say that to him and he says “She must be sleepy too” (I think he said that like we were up till late, where you start acting like drunk for lack of sleep when you are on a lanparty). I keep calling her, but no answer, so I hung up.

Again, the room changes shape, taking a “L” format, somewhat looking like the office (if you take boss room out). I get up and walk to there, only to see the first girl I got a big crush sitting on a computer (around the place where sits, except that the computer she is is facing the other side — yes, she is also sitting in front of a computer).

I come to her, say hi, she says hi and get up. She is in a night dress and adds that she was on a party downstairs and came there just to say hi. I point out that we should have a proper compliment and go hug her. At first, she says “beware! I’m using make up”, as to point out that it could leave some marks on my white t-shirt and keep some distance. I say “fuck the make up” and she agrees and really hugs me.

Then, out of nowhere, I’m on our old yard, on our house on Taquara. I’m trying to cross some wall, but some rose-bushes are in the top of it (just some branches, no roses). The thorns keep holding my t-shirt, so I give up and return home. On the way, gramma is talking to mom, both seem discussing something nice that happened. The pool ins’t there, so I get quickly into the house, directly into the garage.

There, a dog comes talk to me. It is a boxer and he has a very strong voice. He says he has something to show me and walks to the space under the stairs (for those who don’t know my old house, there was a stair that led from the living room and bedrooms to the garage and there was some space down there, where we could put old things, like bikes and such). The way he talk is somewhat of someone depressed, but still there was some wiseness in his words. On the way, I say “hey! You are not big anymore”, as I recall him being an oversized dog (with the same temper). “Oh year”, I add, “I recall when you got normal. Sorry about that”. When we get in the place under the stairs, he says “Look at the picture. It has the answer” and goes behind a small wall, where he lays, hidden, in a dark place (and this adds to the idea that he is depressed). Before even looking at the picture, I say “come here! Come on, come here” and start tapping the ground. I’m now sited, legs crossed. He looks kinda lost (you know boxers faces), but still stays lied, only facing me.

Again, another character appears, on the stairs. It is a girl, heavy make up (but not looking ugly with that), some piercings, some strange cut on her dark hair and some big silvery knot over her head (and no, I don’t know anyone who looks like that). She looks the kind of girl that does everything with impulse and I feel we are the complete opposites. She says “This is a special day” “Why?” “Is the 300the day after the Christmas of the millennium!” (I know it sounds stupid, but it is what she said). When she was saying that, she slowly moved towards me, in a way that when the phrase was said, our lips touched. She moved back, but I moved forward to get the kiss back. And then we kissed. And then I wake up.

I know it sounds very weird, but I got two impressions from this dream:

First, at the office, I talk to someone I don’t see for about 14 years, and we talk like good old friends. And she, being the first crush I had, is the person who got me into one year of complete depression.

Second, at the old house, I had the feeling that I’m leaving the house, moving to some place else. The dog shows me a picture, but it was like we hadn’t a nice conversation for a very long time, as we had some fight about ideals and ideas; as I’m moving forward, he decided to give something important to me, as a way to make things up again. The girl, as I pointed, seemed to be someone completely the opposite of me (even if I, sometimes, really act on impulse). The general feeling about her is that it was someone I would never had a decent conversation and that could never have a decent conversation with me. But, in the end, we ended up together.

Also, I think I’ve already saw both the dog and the girl on another dream, but I can’t recall them. And, even more weird, when I woke up, I had the impression that both were the answer for the three head snake: me, the dog and the girl were parts of the same person. Don’t ask me why.

The “No Shit, Sherlock” awards goes to my inconscious

Last night dream:

I, my boss, Estanislau and where in boss’ car, running around my home town. We were deciding where to go to lunch, a lot of options didn’t get completely accepted when I claimed a famous restaurant out of the city, known for its home food. And there was some agreement on that.

Ok, now the funny part of it is the obvious (well, when you get to know symbols) explanation:

We were looking for food, food is a way to get energy; the car runs over roads, path; all the people involved are from work, so… My inconscious was telling me that I need energy to keep my path on work.

It is funny because I got this damn flu and can’t keep focus on work.

Jung and my dreams

This morning, on my psychologist, I got some insights for some of my dreams:

The first dream I told him was the snake bitting my hand. One of the things I forgot to mention in my post was that I saw three snakes bitting on the same place, almost like it was a snake with three “tails”. I saw that before, but Jung had several descriptions for dreaming about snakes: real snakes are poisonous creatures, but their poison also carries the cure for it; they mean that the same thing that can kill you, can save you. These two things are inside the snake and the snake can be yourself (yup, I’m my disease and my cure at the same time). Also, being three snakes, they could mean one individual divided in three (for a long time now, I feel completely divided inside — although I could only see two sides of myself, but I’m looking for this third).

The second dream was the walk with a friend. Now, this is Jung again. Besides the shadow, Jung came with “anima” and “animus”. In my case, what I dreamt was my anima, a part of my unconcioness that I see as a female (and women has a male “animus”). I feel divided, and everything seems a chaos inside myself now (I can feel this chaos, believe me). The way I saw the houses and the sidewalk, they were perfectly organized, ordered and simetrical. So, my anima, myself, was trying to bring me to a place of order instead of the current chaos I’m in. Why I woke up scared is something yet to be debated.

Small dream with strangest feeling

I dreamt this one a few days ago, but I’m posting it just now (I’m trying to keep a record of my dreams, to try a “lucid dream” and get some answers from myself).

I was walking on a sidewalk with a friend. We weren’t talking anything, just walking around. We were in one of those american suburbs, were people have a garden in the front of the house, with a sidewalk coming from the front to the porch. There was no sign of a real garden, but the grass was well cut and green.

Suddenly, my friend turns to me and say “I live here”.

That’s when I woke up and that’s the strange part of it: I felt somewhat scared about this dream.

Dreaming a terror from the 60s

Everything starts with an old recording, were people taped a strange phenomena: two trees had some leaves “swallowed” by two black dots floating in the air (for some reason, the two black dots appeared to be two eyes). The strangest thing was (and that appeared in the tape) that, if people moved around, the leaves would appear again, with another ones, getting around the radius of the black dots, would disappear.

Years later, a girl owns a farm near a military air base. She is contacted by a guy who shows her the tape, and later takes she around her farm, only to show that the dots are there too. Later, out of the farm, they are talking about a large reptilian flying animal (much like a pterodactyl) in the pre-historic era, who simply disappeared, without any trace.

When they return to the farm, the military decided to take action against those black dots, and tried to destroy them, only to find out they can vaporize people around. Angry, the eyes decided to hunt down everyone.

There I could see myself running with a lot of people, trying to escape from those eyes. For a strange reason, I had a small bicycle, around the size of a toy, but I could make it run almost as fast as any normal bicycle.

My first hiding place was a telephone both, one looking like the ones we have here. My basic idea was “if they eyes can’t see you, they can’t kill you” .I didn’t think it was a nice hiding place thou, so I got back in the run.

A few moments later, I was in a sort of gas station, with lots of strange stuff around: there was a bakery, some gas pumps and kitchen stuff, all in the open air. There were a lot of other people running scared too and I remember a strange feeling of security as “I know how to escape this thing” and a scared feeling. So I kept running and running, looking for a place to hide, but I didn’t stopped for any of them: there was a place were they put some breads where I could step into and close the door, but I decided it was not a good place, even knowing that there was no way to be seen by those eyes inside there. And kept running, and running and more kitchen stuff appeared in the open air and the eyes were getting close… and then I woke up.

[The only thing I know about dreaming of running away is that there is some problem you are trying to avoid]

Edit 1: Oh, by the way: I choose that title because till the part I can see myself in the dream, it really looked like some 60s movie (somewhat like the original “War Of The Worlds”).

Why they don’t leave me?

Last night, again, I dreamed with snakes. The only thing I can recall is that there was about three snakes biting my right hand.

And, as I’m somewhat inclinated towards Jung, here is explanation of it again:

Jung […] interpreted snakes as symbolic of the conflict between conscious attitudes and instincts.

Now, what instincts and conscious attitutes is the greatest doubt in it…

Again, a weird dream

Damn, they are appearing like prague, didn’t they? Well, this is the second time I got this one:

The images are completely fuzzy, looking more like some wire-frames painted in silver. And when I say “wire frame”, I really meant it: things are made of wire, with some city covered with snow in the background. And it looked like some instant messenger thing, with talks appearing in it, like several people chatting about things, and one of those chats was mine, but it never got any answers. After some time, I turn to a friend, out of those “wire framed instant messenger windows” and ask a friend “Why can’t I touch her?”

Yes, it was the second time I had this one. The only difference, this time, is that I woke up feeling my heartbeat all over my body, with an amazing desire of crying. And only recalling parts of this dreams make me feel the heartbeat going wrong again.

And another weird dream

One more for my gallery of weirdness:

In this dream, I was around some tree that looked like a statue, and I was walking towards it. As I got closer, it looked more and more like some kind of demon, with bones exposed and a “V” brow and bat wings that covered part of the ground around it, like a shell, with little spikes around. And when I got pretty close, I could see that it had a face like mine. And, when I realized that, some huge spikes came from the tips of the wings and crossed my chest from the back. That’s when I woke up.

I got so much scared about it that I went thinking what it could mean. So we went first to think that it is a tree, something natural. And it had my face. So it could be something natural to me. The demon, the killing… somehow I feel this means that there is a bad me trying to kill what I am. And, for some unexplainable reason, I got some pretty sick images closing my eyes after this dream: biting a girl’s neck (she had some really black hair, and I can’t remember knowing someone that looks like her), kicking someone and feeling pleasure over their pain, a rope being hold like I’m going to choke someone…

And there is something really really sick about it: somehow I feel this is me. I mean, there is this dark side of me that I didn’t accept and I think it is trying to get out. And I will let it out. I held that for so long that I can’t say I’m complete without it.

So… Just be careful with me while I’m still me. When this thing get out, I think no one will be safe.

A Dream

I just woke up with a weird dream still in my head:

For some reason, I was using our railroad system, Metro. Well, not actually using it, I was running in its tracks, by foot. There was several obstacles (fences, wires, road blocks) but I stopped for none of them: I jumped over, crawled, anything, just to keep going. I even jumped over the roof of some broken train and use it as a bridge to get over something. And then, out of nowhere, a co-worked showed up and said “Why you weren’t there?”. And I still got this Nickelback-like song that was playing all the time in my head (and I don’t even like Nickelback).

Now, I know what means to run away, but not run to. I just thought I might need to remember this dream later.