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Hey man, Canada will protect you guys if you give up your military.  Plus you could always hire mercenaries in a pinch.

Don't give up, Grimshot. :3

I may not be good with words or comforting or even socializing, but when you only have one life, failure is not an option, nor a "reward". Don't be ashamed. Giving up is shameful, but you redeem yourself by going forward. Don't dwell on past problems.

Sorry that that wasn't exactly the most confidence-inspiring speech.

I used to think I could understand things, that there was hope, a light at the end of the tunnel.

I'm not so sure anymore.

This might be the second time I've told anyone this, and I'm telling it to the internet. I've sunk that low.

I've been actively considering suicide for the last four or five years. Methods, equipment, all that jazz. Whether to leave a note or not. Whether to get a will beforehand or not. If there is anything thats actually worth it to do anything for.

I'm so lost.

Quote from: Grimshot on August 03, 2011, 01:02:49 pm

You can analyze any dreams I post if you want. I don't think I have very many complex ones other than the first I posted though. I'll have to see if I can remember any that are good enough to post.

Masks traditionally symbolize deceit or falsehood. If you were wearing the mask, you'd probably be struggling with your own deceit but since other people are you view them as the deceitful ones.

Labyrinths are just mazes. A lot of people use mazes to symbolize your entering your subconscious, this is because people doing trancework often focus on maze-like depictions. You could ascribe it to that, but personally I tend to think that mazes simply symbolize someone who's lost or trying to find their way in or out of a situation.

Wolves tend to symbolize courage and valor and all that noble crap, but since the people wearing wolf masks in your dream sound predatory I'm going to go out on a limb and say that courage isn't part of it.

So, if we put that all together: You subconsciously feel that many people, perhaps society as a whole, is predatory and deceitful. You may be at a time in your life where you are trying to escape all the superficiality of the modern world or perhaps understand it and become a part of it (depending on if you were working your way into or out of the maze). The fact that you found it hard to think because of the noise they were making means that the deceit is obfuscating, you're being prevented from understanding something or someone because of the inherent deceit found in the situation.
When you got angry and shouted "Enough" it might show that you're tired of such deceitfulness, it could also just have been that you wanted to get out of the dream. Next time you become aware of your being asleep mid-dream, I recommend not waking up right away. I hear it can be fun...

I have weird dreams all the time. To the point where Dreamworking and Dream Interpretation (both, somehow) have become very real hobbies of mine. So...if you want me to analyze your dream or whatever, I'm down for it

My most recent strange dream that I'm actually willing to talk about with others would have to be...

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My entire high school class was on some massive field trip for some reason. And we were going to (In my waking state, I ended up naming it Arcadia for its similarities to the Fae world in NWoD). Once there, everyone split up and wandered around on their own. It was basically a large, open park that was very beautiful in appearance. There were a lot of walkways that cut through rolling green hills, shaded by a variety of trees (a willow stands out) and bordered by old-style stone walls. What I remember most though is the beautiful women. I distinctly remember talking to a friend of mine from school, who I rarely (if ever) see outside of class, and having a group of three raven-tressed women wearing pure white dresses walk up to us. There's a bit of a gap in my memory at this point, because dreams are like that, but I distinctly being alone with one such woman. I kept leaning in and whispering to her that I wanted someone's heart, and she would giggle and ask who. And my suave-ass self would reply "Why, a pretty lady like yourself". It got the point where I was forceful, and finally she relented and gave me her heart. Or maybe I took it from her.
I only remember that I literally cut open her side and remove her heart, which looked no different from a pomegranate seed. She wasn't dead, oddly enough, but I remember feeling sorry for her and I'm fairly certain she cried at some point. I then buried the seed somewhere in that park, and it soon flourished into a green low-hanging bush with lots of red berries. I don't know exactly why I did that, but I remember that it had to be done and that it wasn't something that she'd have wanted to happen.

So...then I left the park. I remember thinking that I was the only person who actually wanted to leave, and maybe I was the only person who could given the nature of the "park". I think that, before we were interrupted, my friend and I were actually discussing just that.
But in any case, a lot of time passed and I don't remember what went on, if anything, during that time. Eventually I found myself in a candy store with a different girl, slightly younger than myself (but not a child). I bought her whatever she asked for, and then we returned to a lavish bedroom/hotel-room where once again I tried to get her to give me her heart. I think near the end I began to pity her, because she wanted to keep it so badly, and decided to let her go.
I gave her an amulet or necklace or something (In my memory of the dream, it looks similar to the celtic knot necklace I always wear. But this is probably a faulty detail of the memory) and told her she could use it to call me if she ever needed help. Then I remember grinning with all the malice I could muster, and letting her know that I'd always know where she was.
And then I woke up.

Naturally the dream has me come off as a creepy rapist, but...I don't think that's the actual message my subconscious was projecting to myself. If there was a message.

You can see why I stopped keeping a dream journal a while back because the last thing I wanted was for someone close to me to read one of the entries though.

Don't hurt your heart too much. It'll get stronger with time, but doing too much too fast can actually harm it.