Suicidal

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Kill Trend Suicide

Kill Trend Suicide (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s times like this that I’m glad I don’t have a gun. I think that if I did, I’d shoot myself. I’m too scared to do it another way.

What is there to live for? I don’t have anything. I live with my mom and her husband. I can’t escape. I can’t live on my own because I can’t afford it. I barely make all my bills now, and I barely have any. Jerry is the loudest goddamn person on this planet, so I have to wear earplugs to get any peace. I can’t work on anything when he’s around because he can’t close his damn mouth. He’s always doing that stupid cough. He’s almost sneezing without covering his mouth. He doesn’t talk to me but he complains about me to my mother. I call him every name in the book because he’s a fat lazy slob that doesn’t care about anyone but himself. I don’t feel like he cares about Mom. I know he wishes I was gone. I bet he wishes I didn’t even exist. I don’t blame him for that. I’m awful to him. I just get so frustrated because my ears always hurt from wearing the earplugs. I feel like I can’t get anything done because he’s only gone from the house from early morning to 4 or 5 in the afternoon. My mom is always here, but when she does go to work by some miracle, I’m only alone for a couple hours. That’s just 2-3 hours to work on my novels and try to do housework so that I can clean without an audience. Honestly, I don’t get much cleaning done. I hate cleaning when everyone else is just sitting around doing nothing. I hate that he’s always around, being loud. I hate it when I have days off that coincide with his days off because that means I have to wear the earplugs all day. I hate that he’s the only person that buys food in this house. He gets mad at mom for spending money. He gets mad at mom when he suspects that she’s spent money. He hates me. I wish mom didn’t make him pick me up from work. We don’t want to be around each other. He should stay out of my life. I would happily stay out of his. I know I’m not wanted. I’d be just fine with him if I had some peace and quiet. I just want some time to do what I need to do! I stay up late so I can try to get stuff done while he’s asleep. I can’t leave my room though, because he snores loud enough that I can hear him in my bathroom. Never mind trying to get anything done in the living room. Forget ever having time to be in some other room that isn’t my own fucking room! I can’t get anything done! I partially blame him because what I need to get done takes concentration and all he ever does is play on the computer and COUGH! What the hell?! I pay for the goddamn internet. I should buy one of those stupid internet devices that plugs into your computer so that I can turn the internet off in the house. That would show him.  I hate living with him. I hate living around him.

I hate being so dependent on my mom. I need her to smash bugs. I need her to get to work. I need her so I can survive because I can’t afford to move out. I don’t know how to drive. I don’t have my own place. I don’t have anything. I barely have anything that belongs to me. I have to deal with her constant smoking and drinking. It makes me sick. I think the smoking is literally making me sick. When I’m around her too much when she’s smoking, I end up with a sore throat and swollen tonsils. She’s always so depressed. She treats me like I’m a little kid because I live like a little kid.

I hate myself most of all. I don’t do anything that I’m supposed to. I should know how to drive by now. I should have moved out by now. In less than six months, I’m going to be 24. I’m going to be 24 years old and living with my mother. I’m a failure. I’ve failed at life. No one outside of my family loves me and I don’t blame them. I’m an awful person. I’m worthless. I haven’t been writing. I’m not in school because I can’t get the financial aid needed. I’ve been applying for things. I can’t get the information I need from the school to successfully apply for grants. I can’t get reference letters because I don’t talk to my teachers. I work hard. I go to work as often as possible. I work hard while I’m there. I do my best with my writing, but its never good enough. I can never work on it enough or long enough. I can’t get a job that pays more than minimum wage. I’m so deep in debt with school that I feel like I’m drowning. I’m worthless. I’m just so worthless. I’m undeserving of love or anything. I have nothing and no one to live for. I wish I could just kill myself.

I don’t know what’s waiting on the other side. I don’t know if I’ll go to Hell if I kill myself. I can only imagine that Hell would be filled with country music, that’d be my own person Hell. It makes me want to kill myself anyway, and I’d already be dead. I bet it’s an old western town, devoid of a friendly face, the stench of cow feces on the air, and unending country music playing no matter where I go. I bet that’s Hell for me. If I kill myself, I bet that’s where I’d go. I’d deserve it too. I feel like I deserve it now. I’ve failed at life. I’m only 23 years old and I’ve failed so miserably. I’m so beyond worthless that I really should kill myself. I just don’t have the means, beyond things that I’m too scared to do. I’m not dramatic enough or brave enough to cut my wrists. I don’t know how to tie a proper noose, and I don’t think I can find a place in my room to hang it. Everything is pretty flimsy in here. I wouldn’t steal pills from my mother, she needs those, and she’s the only one in the house that might have pills you can actually overdose on. Jerry has a gun somewhere around here, but I honestly don’t know how to use it. I think he’d notice if I went looking for it. Not that I think he’d care if I killed myself, I bet deep down he’d be happy about it, but I doubt he wants me to do it with his gun. It’s a shotgun anyway, that’s pretty tricky to figure out how to use on yourself, unless you’re aiming for your foot or you have really long arms. I don’t have long arms. I don’t know how else to do it. I’m a writer. I should be more creative, but I just don’t know how else I can feasibly do it.

I guess I’m not committing suicide, but man, I’m thinking about it. I don’t deserve to live. Nothing worthwhile is going to come from my life. I’m a failure. I won’t be anything but a failure. I can’t even get my degree because I’m so awful at everything. I want to die right now. This isn’t a cry for help because no one really reads my blog. This is just me venting. If I had my own gun, it’d be a suicide letter. I don’t own a gun though. I can’t walk anywhere at this time of night that sells guns. This isn’t a suicide letter. This is me saying that I wish it was.

Suicide is a terrible thing. It’s selfish. It’s grotesque for the soul. I look down on those that commit suicide. In the past, I haven’t felt much sympathy for them. They’re leaving behind people that love them. They’re giving up on potential. There are so many other ways to improve your life, suicide shouldn’t be an answer. It’s stupid. It’s ridiculous. I know all that. I feel all that. Right now, in this moment though, I’d still do it. I’m selfish. I’m awful. I’m worthless. My life is a mess and I don’t have a clue about how to fix it. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know how to get better. I don’t have anyone to talk to. I don’t have the kind of help I need. I don’t have anything worth living for anymore. Suicide is a shit answer, and I’m still thinking about it.

I hate myself more than ever, and this is the first time that I’ve been so far gone that I would actually do it. I know myself. If I had my own gun, I’d actually do it.

I’ll figure something out I guess.

Have a good one,
Nixie

The Pack and The Bear

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I was drawn here while at Custer State Park.

I was drawn here while at Custer State Park.

 

I finally had a moment to meditate. It took me long enough, right? I had to work a bit when I got back plus my best friend had a birthday. I adore her. The past two times that I’ve met up with her and Austin, there seems to be signs that we’re doing the right thing. At the movies, I saw the names Vivienne, Bellamy, Tobias, and Alastair in the credits. They’re names we’ve talked a lot about. On her birthday, I saw her initials and I know I saw some other names on signs along the road. I just don’t remember what names they were. When we were driving, I spent a moment feeling out the energy, especially between Kysmet and Austin. When I probed deeper into the energy, there was a definite connection, the cord seemed to be solid gold. I also saw a polka-dot blue bow between them, and I think I saw a second bow as well. I’m not entirely sure about the second one. It kind of looked like the blue polka-dot bow divided into a blue bow and a pink one, but I’m really not sure.

Any case, that was a few days ago. I don’t know why I didn’t write it down. I would have remembered those names. I just got done meditating though. It was a big meditation, so here’s what happened with that:

I laid down about three hours ago to do this meditation. I fell asleep at first. I guess I needed more rest. I had a weird dream about running around a hotel. I was trying to watch a Stephen King movie, but I wanted to do it in different unoccupied rooms. I went in one that was occupied and ran away even though I never saw the person staying there. I just saw that they had a blue shirt set out on the bed. I think this person was in the shower.

Anyway, when I got myself out of sleep, I took me a long time to clear my chakras. I had to pray for protection, but then I realized that I was hindering myself by being too cautious. I had to ask for help and ask to be protected and guided towards being the person that I need to be, not influenced by negativity and evil around me. With that, I cleared my chakras with Uriel’s help.

When I finally dropped back into my subconscious, I was in that garden part of my psyche. I cuddled Angora and Ephraim. I talked to Uriel a little bit. I couldn’t see very well. I tried going to a different level of meditation, but it was just dark there. I didn’t like the idea of us all floating around in space when I was meditating to try to obtain a protector. That was the goal, after all. We went back to the garden and I walked the trail with Uriel, Angora, and Ephraim behind me. When we came to a door, we went through, and found ourselves in a swamp like environment with dark purple and red flowers. Either I was sinking or the ground was rising as we walked, and I felt like the mud was going to go over my head by the time we went through the next door. The last door we went through was a wooded path. It had tall, lean trees and leaves overhead.

I tried to talk to Uriel about this as we walked, but I came across a horrific sight. It looked the skin of a girl in a school girl’s outfit. She had some black hair around her head and a red bow on top. It was just her skin. She didn’t have eyes or anything. I think she had fingernails on her fingers though. She was very flat in appearance, if you can imagine. I attacked her, got rid of her. I remember saying something about her not being me or part of me. When she was gone, we found our way to the cast-off room.

I went in and looked around. The wisteria was still there, but I noticed that one of the rocks on the shelves on the pillars was missing. I inquired about where it was and four of the other shelves disappeared, until there was only two. One had a rock of obsidian and the other a rock of amazonite. I asked who they were for, and the rocks ended up on one shelf. Two pillars faded out and the shelves reappeared. There was a hunk of onyx on the neighboring self and some light colored rocks on the two remaining shelves. The other shelf next to the onyx had two rocks on it too.

I walked further into the room and saw my Grandfather. My vision blurred and what I saw instead was something that looked like a creepy, distorted image of my Grandpa. It reassured me about my future and just stood there, smiling and being creepy. It had solid blue eyes and I could see its yellowed teeth through its cheek. It’s skin was completely gray. I stared at it, trying not to flinch at its appearance. When it went away, I saw my Grandpa a little further away. He looked like himself. He told me that that thing was right. I would have a big family and that I’m loved. He basically said everything was going to be okay. I accepted this and looked to my Higher Spirit.

She told me that I was going to go see Cernunnos. I was pretty happy about that. We talked for a moment, but I don’t remember the conversation exactly. I do remember that we talked about one of my managers briefly. He just popped up in my mind at random. I told her that I wished we could meet up or be more friendly outside of work, and she said something like “so it shall be”. I heard that whispered several times throughout the room. I was a little confused but it didn’t freak me out. I would love to talk to this particular manager outside of work because he would be an awesome person to hang out with. He certainly makes my day better when we’re at work, why would it be different outside of work? She then directed me to the door. I opened it up and started to go through. I asked who would be coming with me, and I was told Angora and Ephraim would go, but Uriel could not. I ran back in and hugged him good-bye. He told me he would be waiting for me. With that, I went through the door.

I immediately found the path that I took when I journeyed to meet Angora. When I started down it, I heard “No, over here”. I turned and found a path up a hill. I went to it and found red flowers all around. The trees appeared a bit dry at first, but as I climbed, they were more and more bear, sans the red flowers. At the very top of the path was Cernunnos. He was sitting at the base of his tree, his legs crossed and his hands on his knees. I went into the clearing and he got up. He came to me. His legs below the knee were elk legs. He came to me and grasped my shoulders. When he touched me, the forest around us flooded with life. The trees bloomed, some of them turned out to be aspens. There was green grass and everything.

He was happy to see that Ephraim found me. He had me walk with him to the tree and sit at its roots. He held both of my hands in both of his and told me that my fox spirit animal has to do with my life, the way I live. My bat is defensive. I also have a wolf spirit animal that has more to do with the way I love and interact with people. He also told me that he likes that I want to use the name Kieran someday, in the same context that I want to use Brigid. He said Kieran would be very peaceful, and Saga Brigid would be more fiery. He made comments about more names, all of them positive. I do want to mention that when I asked about Corvus, he corrected me and called him Augustin. He’s the first spiritual being to do that so far (that I can recall). He said I would love him more than I know or expect.

We also talked about my trip to South Dakota. He said that I met a man in the woods that loved me. He protects the forest and anyone that listened to him. He told me his name was either Running Bull or Running White Bull. He leaned more towards Running Bull. The name reminded me of that big white-ish gray bull that forest spirit showed me on my walk.

We moved on from that because that wasn’t why I was there. He asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted a protector and that I had a feeling there was more to the pack that I needed to meet. He said there was. Angora is my spirit guide for companionship. Ephraim is my past. As Cernunnos and I talked, another wolf came out from behind the tree. It was a gray and white wolf, and Cernunnos said his name was Olaf. He was my spirit guide for love. Another wolf came out, this one was brown and black, and Cernunnos said her name was Isobel. She’s my spirit guide for family, and her name has a special meaning. According to behindthename.com, Isobel is a form of Isabel, which in turn is a form of Elizabeth, which means “my God is abundance”. Isobel means “God’s Promise” on thinkbabynames.com. I was allowed to love on them but then it was time to meet my protector.

I returned my hands to his and struggled to see my protector. I thought it was going to be a bear, something big and bulky. In a whirlwind of fighting to see what was there, I saw a name Åsa. After that, I saw a gray, white, and black wolf come out from behind the tree. I expressed worry that Åsa wasn’t big enough to protect me from the gray thing that lives in my house. That’s when I noticed a huge bear come out from around the tree. Cernunnos told me his name was Graves and that he’s a Kodiak bear. I loved on Åsa and hugged Graves. I was told that I could call on Åsa. He’s very much in tune with my need to explore but he’ll still keep me safe. I could call on Graves too, but he’s more of a brute. I call on him when I want things gone. I kept seeing the image of Bronn from “Game of Thrones” pop up in my mind when I was with Graves. I don’t think he’s a spirit guide in the way Åsa is a guide. Graves is there to protect and nothing more, basically.

I told Cernunnos that I was scared that I was going to forget or neglect one of the guides because there was so many. He directed me to put my hands on the tree and vow that I shared a connection with all of them. I did exactly that. I put my hands on the tree and said that my soul had a connection with Angora, Ephraim, Olaf, Isobel, Åsa, and Graves no matter what.

Before it was time for me to go, Cernunnos said that if I get married and I really want to depict my spirit animal for love, I knew it was a wolf now because of Olaf. He also told me that I needed to get out of Texas. He said I would see the way soon, but in the mean time I need to save as much money as I can and get back to my school work. I need to love and live while I’m down here, knowing that I’m going to get out soon. He also told me that it was good that I was making a lot of spiritual animal connections. He said that I need to be connected with nature. It’s one of the reasons I need to go somewhere that makes me feel more like myself, somewhere with trees.

He sent me down the path with my pack of animals. Ephraim, Angora, Olaf, Isobel, and Åsa stayed close. Graves chose to stay further away. When we tried to go back into the Cast-Off room, Graves wouldn’t fit. He just went immediately to the outside world. I can actually feel him around. It’s nice. I have yet to feel that with the wolves and Ephraim because they don’t really linger around my physical form much. When I went into the Cast-Off room, I saw Uriel. He told me he’d talk to Graves later and he seemed really happy to see all the new wolves.

I wanted to hang out with the spirit guides some more. I wanted to get to know them, but Uriel told me to get out of meditation and write all this down. It’s a good thing I did. I know I forgot some stuff in there. I’m glad I didn’t forget it all.

As a log of my guides, as of today, I have:
Angora: a gray, brown, and white wolf
Ephraim: a huge jaguar with green eyes
Olaf: a white and gray wolf
Isobel: a brown and black wolf with yellow eyes
Åsa: a gray, black and white wolf
Graves: a dark furred Kodiak bear

I guess I’m pretty safe too. I will try to be more confident. Spiritually, I should be more confident because I have Åsa, Graves, Uriel, and Adam at my back, and a slew of spirit guides and spirits around me that care about me. Look out baddies, this chick isn’t alone anymore.

Well, I need a shower and to find some dinner. I really want some stir-fry. It’s too bad it’s too late to talk my mom into taking me to the store.

Ha en god natt!
ulvenNixie

 

 

References:
http://www.behindthename.com/name/elizabeth
http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Isobel

 

ALSO:
I found a Native American named Running Bull when I typed it into Google. No, I don’t actually know if it was him that I talked to in Custer, but it’s interesting to know there was an actual Native American in South Dakota at one point with that name. Here’s the site I found him on: http://runningbullchief.blogspot.com/2011/06/running-bull-sioux.html

Three Bad Dreams Interpreted

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English: Lubok-style cover of a Russian dream ...

English: Lubok-style cover of a Russian dream book. The book is solemnly named The Dream-Book, or an Interpretation of Dreams by Sundry Egyptian and Indian Savants and Astronomers. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I thought, since I’m tired but I still have a little energy from work, I would interpret some of these bad dreams I’ve been having. I’m not going to do the one I talked about on the 27th of last month, but I will talk about the one’s I’ve posted from the 2nd to yesterday (the 6th). That’s three bad dreams that I will be interpreting tonight. I hope this goes well. I have a feeling I’ll be airing out some dirty laundry on this one, but that’s just how dreams go, isn’t it?

I’ll be using http://dreemmoods.com/ This is a fantastic site for dream interpretation (the best one I’ve found so far, as a matter of fact). I use dreemmoods.com because it uses their old layout. I feel like it’s easier to navigate. There is also the new version which is dreammoods.com. It’s just as good. I HIGHLY recommend them.

July 2nd – “Violent Dream”
In this post, I wrote this about my dream:
“I was dreaming that I was part of some kind of extreme game show, the kind that you have to do activities out in the world for points and the one with the fewest points each week had to leave. Well, for some reason, one of the challenges was out on some deserted sandy beach on the edge of a desert. It was me, some sort of koala and one of those inflatable wavy arm men. Yeah, I know, weird choice for contestants. Well, the challenge was to make one other person from this group play the specific song they wanted. So we’re all grappling, holding keyboards and trying to literally force the other to play the song. Well, the huge inflatable arm man, who was blue and white striped and wearing a plain sombrero, picked up a knife from off the ground. I saw this and didn’t even have time to blink before he stabbed me through the head and used the end of the knife out the back of the keyboard to play the keyboard”.

 

Game Show: “To dream that you are on a game show suggests that you need to change some aspect of your life around. You may be experiencing feelings of uncertainty and what the future may hold. Consider the type of game show or the name of the game show. What are you playing for and what is its significance relative to your waking life”.
This was pretty physical and apparently anything goes game show. I don’t know what was at stake. Maybe the point is that I need to look at what’s going on with the people around me. It might be time for a change in that department. I’ll keep going here, maybe the clues are in the details.

Beach: “To see the beach in your dream symbolizes the meeting between your two states of mind. The sand is symbolic of the rational and mental processes while the water signifies the irrational, unsteady, and emotional aspects of yourself. It is a place of transition between the physical/material and the spiritual”.
Maybe instead of this being about the people in my life, maybe this has more to do with how I’m handling the competitive nature of the world in my own life…. Which isn’t well. I never feel like I’m good enough for anything.

Koala: “To see a koala in your dream represents your link the physical world, the subconscious, and the spiritual realm. The koala also symbolizes security, nurturance, protection, and/or feminine qualities. You may be expressing a desire to regress back into infantile dependence and escape from your daily responsibilities/problems”.

I can’t find anything about the inflatable arm man, so I’m going to look into his features, like the sombrero and the blue and white stripes:
Sombrero: Nothing
Blue: “Blue represents truth, wisdom, heaven, eternity, devotion, tranquility, loyalty and openness. Perhaps you are expressing a desire to get away. The presence of this color in your dream may symbolize your spiritual guide and your optimism of the future. You have clarity of mind. Alternatively, the color blue may also be a metaphor for “being blue” and feeling sad”.
White: “White represents purity, perfection, peace, innocence, dignity, cleanliness, awareness, and new beginnings. You may be experiencing a reawakening or have a fresh outlook on life. Alternatively, white refers to a clean, blank slate. Or it may refer to a cover-up”.
Stripes: “To see stripes in your dream suggest that you are making a bold and daring statement. Horizontal stripes represent your directness and straightforwardness, while vertical stripes indicate that you are a non-conformist”.
I guess I’m a non-conformist. That’s good to know. Thanks dream! Apparently the Koala and the crazy inflatable tube man represent good things, unless the blue meant that he was sadness. It would make sense if he was perfection and sadness, because he killed me in my dream. That inflatable jerk! Am I battling forces that are meant to be good, but I’m not seeing them that way?

Desert: “To dream that you are walking through a desert signifies loss and misfortune. You may be suffering from an attack on your reputation. Deserts are also symbolic of barrenness, loneliness and feelings of isolation and hopelessness. The desert landscape may also be a metaphor for feeling deserted and left behind”.
That kind of speaks for its self.

Keyboard: “To see or play a musical keyboard in your dream represents harmony. Your life is well-balanced”.
That makes sense, we’re battling for harmony. Sadness kind of won in that dream,…

Knife: “To dream that you are wounded by a knife is symbolic of masculine or animalistic aggression” AND “To see someone holding a knife in your dream suggests that you lack control or power in a situation or relationship. Alternatively, the person holding a knife in your dream may be symbolic of a dominant male figure in your waking life”.
The only inflatable man in my life is the red one outside the mattress place next to the theater I work at. Maybe the inflatable man represents work. That might make sense. The white would be perfection, which is what my job was before I was forced into becoming a concessionist. The blue might represent sadness, and being a concessionist is terrible sometimes. I really dread going in on days that I have to serve popcorn. Work is killing my happiness. That’s what work does. I’m struggling against my daily responsibilities and work. Work wins. KO.

Stabbed: “To dream that you have been stabbed signifies your struggle with power. You are experiencing feelings of inadequacy and defensiveness”.

I’ve figured it out! That awful dream was about my daily struggle with what needs to get down in my life and the pressures work is putting on me. I feel lonely and somewhat hopeless because of the situations I’m in. I feel like I’m failing at everything, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Clearly, work is the biggest force behind the struggle because it stabs me through the head (I need that) and plays a song on that keyboard, giving the sound of harmony, but it isn’t real harmony. It’s a struggle between what’s good for me, what I need to do in my non-work related life, and work itself. That makes sense. That dream still weirds me out though.

 

July 3rd – “Another Bad Dream”
The dream I wrote about that day went like this:
“In any case, my bad dream had to do with a stalker or hunter of sorts. At first, it was just me living life. It was stressful, just like mine is right now. I would listen to a lot of music and find myself singing or dancing by myself when I was alone. I felt like I was being watched sometimes, but I ignored it. It’s natural for me to ignore that feeling at times. I feel like I’m being watched a lot at work. I’ve lived places where that feeling is almost constant. I’ve learned to put it to the back of my mind, and I did so in this dream.

Later, the dream took a turn. One night, I was looking through the videos on my mp3 player, and found videos of myself. My eyes would be closed in some. There was one of me swinging on swing with my eyes closed and I was singing to myself. The camera got pretty close a few times, and I remembered that day. I thought the mp3 player was in my pocket the whole time and I didn’t take the video. There was also one of me dancing while I was fixing something in the garage. The video seemed to be shot from around the corner. It freaked me out considerably, and I confided in my best friend (who is actually my best friend in real life).

At some point, we decided to attend a sleep-over for the company of others. These weren’t people who I know actually know. Throughout the night, I kept stumbling across things that seemed to be serious threats on my life. I would find stuffed animals hanging by the neck with pink string. I found a few poorly assembled dream catchers with things I own dangling from them. I would find ripped clothes and my things would look as if they had been gone through. I thought the camera person and the person doing this was the same person. I stayed close to my group of friends, all girls (odd for me) and they tried to console me. We slept in a huge pile in the living room. Lindsay and I were on the outside edge and Lindsay made sure I was the closest to the group so that we could watch out for this person. For some reason, bubbles were eventually pulled out and everyone started blowing bubbles. They would sparkle as they popped, and it was kind of fun until we heard a noise outside. We all went to check it out, and it was my dad (but not my real dad, just a dream dad) trashing my car (that I don’t have in real life). He was tearing things up and throwing them. My mom (but a fictional mom) ran up and told me that Dad was having another hunter spell and she called some the police to come get him. After that, she called my brother (again, not a real brother of mine) and told him to watch his back, just in case.

When he was taken away, and my group and I tried to settle in for the night, I was wondering why he didn’t attack me if he was going through this hunter spell but still recording me with my mp3 player. That’s when I realized that his hunter spell started that night and the camera person was someone else. I started thinking about that feeling of always being watched, and realized that I felt it while I was laying there. I woke up as I started looking around from where I was laying on the floor”.

 

Watching (the context of someone watching me): “To dream that you are being watched suggests that you are feeling confined in your work environment or personal relationship. You are lacking privacy and feel you are being scrutinized or criticized”.
I guess maybe I do feel like I’m being criticized a lot. That’s normal though, isn’t it? That’s part of life when you’re in stressful situations.

Swing: “To dream that you are on a swing suggests that you are experiencing great satisfaction and freedom in your waking life. It also symbolizes cycles and movement”.
I guess this makes sense. I feel like I’m criticized for everything, even just being myself. In this context where I’m being taped while just enjoying myself, it shows that I feel like just being myself isn’t good enough.

Singing: “To sing in your dream represents happiness, harmony and joy in some situation or relationship. You are uplifting others with your positive attitude and cheerful disposition. Singing is a way to celebrate, communicate, embrace and express your feelings”.

Dance: “To dream that you are dancing signifies freedom from any constraints and restrictions. Your life is in balance and in harmony. Dancing also represents frivolity, happiness, gracefulness, sensuality and sexual desires. You need to incorporate these qualities in your waking life”.
This all just ties into what I said about the fact that I don’t feel like I’m good enough, even when I’m just being me (and happy, no less). Truth be told, I haven’t been happy in a while though. I wish I could change that.

Garage: “To dream that you are in a garage signifies a period of inactivity and idleness in your life. You feel that you are lacking direction or guidance in achieving your goals”.
This could mean that I feel like the idle youth period is cause for scrutiny.

Friends: “To see friends in your dream signify aspects of your personality that you have rejected, but are ready to incorporate and acknowledge. The relationships you have with those around you are important in learning about yourself. Alternatively, dreaming of a friend indicates positive news”.
I guess this is my need to be part of someone’s life or part of a group that I’ve all but rejected. I think I’ve covered that I feel pretty lonely quite often. Maybe they’re supposed to represent acceptance, warmth, and a loving atmosphere. Those aren’t really things I’ve acknowledged lately.

Stuffed Animal: “A stuffed animal may also mean security, love, comfort, support and unconditional or unquestioned love”.

Blanket: “To see a blanket in your dream symbolizes warmth, love, security and protection”

Dreamcatcher: “To see a dreamcatcher in your dream indicates that you are putting up a wall or barrier against the negativity in your life. Perhaps there is something in your subconscious that you are trying to prevent from emerging”.
Considering I would see blankets and stuffed animals hanging from the dreamcatchers, this might mean that I have old, ratty barriers up around me that keep love, comfort, support, and security out.

Clothes: “To dream of your clothes is symbolic of your public self and how you are perceived. It is indicative of the act you put on in front of others. Clothes are also an indication of your condition and status in life. Thus, if you wear clothes that do not suit you or that you normally would not wear, then it suggests that you are putting up a front and trying to deceive others. Something in your life is “unsuitable”. It may be a symbol of hypocrisy and being someone that you are not”.
The clothes in my dream were all ripped up, so maybe this is a symbol of the fact that I don’t let my real self out. I’m holding myself back.

Bubble: “To see bubbles in your dream represent merriment, fun, and childhood joys. It may also symbolize wishes or unrealistic expectations. In deciphering this dream symbol, consider also the phrase of having your bubble burst and the resulting disappointment”.
Here’s the thing, the bubbles would sparkle when they popped. They were lovely and they made me very happy. I think they definitely represent merriment, fun , and childish joy.

Car: “To dream that your car has been stolen indicates that you are being stripped of your identity. This may relate to losing your job, a failed relationship, or some situation which has played a significant role in your identity and who you are as a person”.
I couldn’t find anything about someone tearing up the interior of the car, so I thought this work. Maybe I feel like I’ve failed my relationship with my father, which is why there was a fictional father there. Maybe I feel like my identity is ripped apart. Those all sound about right to me.

Father: “To see your father in your dream symbolizes authority and protection. It suggests that you need to be more self-reliant. Consider also your waking relationship with your father and how aspects of his character may be incorporated within yourself”.
This guy didn’t look a thing like my real father. Maybe that means that I’m not seeing the people around me for who they really are. Maybe he was a crazy man in this dream because I don’t see him in a positive light all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Dad, but we’re not close. I don’t feel like he’s ripping apart my identity though. It’s possible that the fact that I’m not close with him is part of what’s bothering me on that front. I don’t know why my mom in the dream wasn’t actually my mom though.

Mother: “To see your mother in your dream represents the nurturing aspect of your own character. Mothers offer shelter, comfort, life, guidance and protection. Some people may have problems freeing themselves from their mothers and are thus seeking their own individuality and development”.
I’m just going to leave my opinions here blank so that I don’t potentially hurt my mom with speculation.

Brother: “If you do not have a brother and dream that you have one, then he may symbolize characteristics that you need to acknowledge within yourself”.
I have brothers, three of them in fact, but this dream-brother wasn’t any of them, so I went with that meaning. He was awfully scared where I was just freaked out and dumbfounded. Maybe I should be worrying more about my life like he did, cherish it more.

Here we are then! The dream was basically about how I feel oppressed within myself and within society. I don’t allow myself things that would make me happy, like love, acceptance, security, or comfort. I’m very hard on myself and I don’t value my own life as much as I should. I also feel like I’m not connected with my real family, and I don’t feel like I get proficient love and support from them either. Typing that out sounds silly, because I know they love me, in their own way. I know there are times when I’m really depressed and I feel like no one loves me at all. Maybe that night was just one of those nights. Those night happen a lot more than I really should admit. It’s been worse now that I’ve been stressed about everything and I’ve been unable to get anything done. I just feel worthless and awful. I’m way too hard on myself sometimes, I guess. It’s hard to back off that train of thought once I’m on it though. I feel like no one would like who I really am, and I feel like no one likes me now, as I am.

 

July 6th – “The Bad Dreams Persist”
This was a weird dream from last night. I actually told a friend a little bit about this dream. He told me that I have a lot of imagination. My sub-conscience is good about that, I guess. This is what I wrote when it comes to the dream:
“The dream started out with me working in an office. I was filing things and I noticed a disassembled clock on the wall. I remembered that I took the face and some of the cogs out so it wouldn’t work. A bald man with a thin frame, wearing a black turtle neck and long black slacks came into the room and left. He was soon followed by a German Shepherd. I love German Shepherds, by the way. They came in one door and left through another. Some guy I apparently worked with came in and I got a random headache. I put my hand to my head and the cogs on the dissembled clock started to turn.

Casually, the guy says to me, “You have the virus huh? You’re turning into one of them.”

I instantly know what he means. I nod and tell him that I’m working on it. What he means is that I’m turning into one of the things that that bald man is. They were once human, but they caught a virus, and now all they seem to think about it calculated violence. How can they destroy something quickly, efficiently, and with plenty of violence, was their objective. They seemed to take orders from some higher source too. I was terrified of being one of them. I dissembled the clock so that I wouldn’t see the hands spin when I would start feeling the virus kick in.

Anyway, I left work and went home. I had to go home with one of those bald men, it was the one that would end up chasing me the whole dream. The German Shepherd was his dog and it was there to keep track of me. I was a prisoner in my own house. This guy was always silent. The dog always looked friendly, but I know he was a Cog Man too.

I eventually went to bed and when I was laying down, I reached up to the top of my head and pulled out a pin with a cog attached to it. It hurt and I saw my head bleeding really bad in the dream. I woke up at that point for a second and saw my dog next to me, panting. The top of my head hurt, but for some reason, I went back to sleep. In the dream, I felt so much better. I got up, and snuck out the window. I snuck away down the street, but the Cog Man’s dog followed me. I snuck into a neighbor’s yard, and when I was creeping through, another dog came out. This was a lab mix. It climbed the tree and stared me down. I ran away, the dogs didn’t chase me, but they barked. That’s when the Cog Man started coming after me. I fled on foot, hitchhiking, on a train, until I came to this little town. I hid out there long enough to get a little job, but he found me again. So, I befriended a man who worked on an airplane and he took me up in his plane to go somewhere else. He gave me new clothes to wear, as I mentioned earlier. As soon as I thought I might be safe and I was trying on clothes, I heard something going on in an upper level of this huge airplane. I quickly gathered my things. I was given a parachute and a little dog, and I was pushed out the airplane. I was utterlessly calm as we hurled towards the Earth. I was talking to this little poodle, even as I released the parachute.

We ended up on an island. This little poodle and I were hidden away in a little cabin by the sea. It wasn’t long until the Cog Man found us again though. He was roaming through this house before I knew it, so I ran off with the little dog and a suitcase. We ran up to a huge, 1800’s looking ship and stowed away on board. The captain knew we were there, but we stayed hidden. That’s when I woke up”.

 

Office: “To dream of your work office indicates that you cannot seem to leave your work at the office. You are overworked or have too much on your mind”
I can’t argue with that.

Coworker: “To see your coworkers in your dream, highlights aspects of your waking relationship with them, including difficulties/support. It signifies your ambition, struggles and competitive nature. If the coworkers in your dream are not your actual coworkers, then they may pertain to some psychological business that you need to work on”.
That guy was just chitchatting. I guess it could represent the fact that I’m not really close to anyone at work. I love talking with them, but we’re not close. I spend all my time there, and I’m not close to anyone. That’s how work is, and I push them away if they start delving into matters that are too personal.

Bald: “Alternatively, baldness symbolizes humility, purity, and personal sacrifice. You are at a stage in your life where you are confident in fully exposing yourself”.
The Cog Man was bald, maybe he was humility, purity, and personal sacrifice. He was followed me around and I kept running away.

Black: “Black symbolizes the unknown, the subconscious, danger, mystery, darkness, death, mourning, rejection, hate or malice. The color invites you to delve deeper in your subconscious in order to gain a better understanding of yourself. It also signifies a lack of love and lack of support”.
The Cog Man was wearing all black. We’ll just take from this what we will. Honestly, the Cog Man looked really cool, I just didn’t like what he represented in my dream (during the dream). He was focused with a task, one of presumed violence, and he wanted to make me just like him. Maybe he actually symbolized conformity. That’s just a guess.

German Shepherd: “To see a German Shepherd in your dream, highlights your protective instincts and attentiveness to a situation. This is no time for your to be nervous and/or lose control”.

Clock: “To see a clock in your dream signifies the importance of time in some waking situation. You may be feeling some anxiety of not being on top of things. Your mind may be preoccupied with a deadline that you have to meet or some other time-sensitive issue. It is time for you to tread on and speed up your actions”.
The clock was dissembled, but still ticking when the Cog Man went through, It might be a symbol that I’m not taking care of my time-sensitive responsibilities and I don’t want to face it. That’s not stopping it though. I have a feeling the whole dream was about running away from responsiblity. I’m not though. I’m doing my best and I’m failing. Maybe that’s why I dissembled the clock in my dream, so that I couldn’t see how fast I was failing. I ended up taking a winding pin like object out of my head at one point. Maybe that was me trying to pull some of the stress out of myself from all the time-sensitive issues.

Blood: “To see blood in your dream represents life, love, and passion as well as disappointments”.
Taking that pin out made my head bleed in the dream. I guess life, love, and passion flowed out, because I felt pretty good when that pin was out completely. It did literally hurt in the moment though, so maybe I wasn’t supposed to take it out.

Sneaking: “To dream that you are sneaking around indicates that you are feeling ashamed of your actions or are lacking self-confidence in achieving your goals”.
Apparently I don’t feel like getting rid of my anxieties was a good thing.

Dog: “To see a dog in your dream symbolizes intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity. The dream suggests that your strong values and good intentions will enable you to go forward in the world and bring you success”.
Yellow: “The color yellow has both positive and negative connotations. If the dream is a pleasant one, then the color yellow is symbolic of intellect, energy, agility, happiness, harmony, and wisdom. On the other hand, if the dream is an unpleasant one, then the color represents deceit, disgrace, betrayal, cowardice and sickness. You have a fear or an inability to make a decision or to take action. Your desire to please others is at the risk of sacrificing your own needs and happiness. As a result, you are experiencing many setbacks”.
Tree: “To see bare trees in your dream indicate used up energy. You have put your all into some relationship or project and now you are exhausted. Perhaps you are even feeling depressed”.
Apparently I was faced with the fact that I’m trying to be a responsible adult and it’s just too much for me. It’s disgraceful and I’m exhausted. I know I have to do it, and I’m depressed because I can’t seem to manage.

Chased: “To dream that you are being chased signifies that you are avoiding a situation that you do not think is conquerable. It is a metaphor for some form of insecurity”.

Airplane: “To see an airplane in your dream indicates that you will overcome your obstacles and rise to a new level of prominence and status. You may experience a higher consciousness, new-found freedom and greater awareness”.

Parachute: “To dream that you are in a parachute represents a protective force over you. You have a sense of security. Alternatively, the dream implies that it is time to bail out of a situation or abandon an old idea or habit”.

Clothes: “To dream of your clothes is symbolic of your public self and how you are perceived. It is indicative of the act you put on in front of others. Clothes are also an indication of your condition and status in life”.

Suitcase: “To see a suitcase in your dream indicates that you are a very composed, together person. You keep your attitudes and behavior in check. Alternatively, a suitcase symbolizes your need for a much needed vacation or break. You need a change of scenery in your life”.

Poodle: “To see a poodle in your dream symbolizes an upper class attitude”.
All right, this one is confusing me, all of this. I’m apparently running away from being an adult. I’m running away from what I see as a normal adult life. I’m ashamed of it. I’m depressed now and I need a break. I see myself as better than this Cog Man, despite the fact that I’m not. I’m not better than anyone. I just don’t like his lifestyle. I don’t want to live that way, but it’s hard to escape to just be myself. That’s what I’m getting from this so far. Let’s see if the ship adds anything to this.

Ship: “To see a ship in your dream denotes that you are exploring aspects of your emotions and subconscious. The state and condition of the ship is indicative of your emotional state”.
It was an old ship, but in perfect condition. It was beautiful, and I felt pretty good in that moment of the dream. It was nice to get away from all my anxieties for a while. Maybe it was childish though.

I guess what this dream meant was that I’m ashamed of being childish. I’m twenty-three years old. I have a job. I’m working on getting back into classes. I need more financial aid so I’m working on that. I almost have my Bachelor’s degree. If I can get enough financial aid together, I can get my degree early next year. I still live like a child though. I live with my mom and her husband. I hate where I live but I can’t afford to move out. I need to take better care of my dog and my rabbit. I have a friend that would like it if I moved in with him. Is that running away? I need to be an adult, but I don’t want to be like everyone else. I want to be myself and I want to be happy. I don’t want to be depressed all the time and entirely stressed. Most of all, I don’t always want to be alone. I like having my space, but I don’t ever have anyone. I barely have time to write. I haven’t worked on my novel in a month. It’s killing me. I’m failing so bad right now. I’m failing at life and I’m only twenty-three. Funny how that works out, isn’t it?

I don’t entirely understand this dream. I’m running away from adult life and I’m trying to find myself. Adult life is always chasing me. Depression, stress, and conformity is always chasing me and I’m just trying to live. I start feeling better about myself, but my life is that of hiding. I don’t understand. Am I ashamed of myself? Am I just terrible at being an adult? I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.

 

So, that was my dreams. Apparently I’m a sad person. I’m a stressed out, very sad person that isn’t doing very well at living or being confident. I’m having bad dreams because I’m too negative and I’m failing. That explains some things. I still don’t really want the bad dreams though.

It’s 3am now. I have to go to sleep. I have to work all day tomorrow. I’m really tired of this ridiculous schedule. I have so much to do and I’m always at work. I really do need a break. That dream was right. I need to get away from some of this. I can’t escape being an adult, but I need some time for me too. I need time to get things done and work isn’t allowing me that at all. It’s just until the end of August, but this is getting really bad. Also, I think I should start my diet tomorrow. I’m fatter than I normally am. I just look awful. I feel awful, I look awful. I need to fix something and if I can’t get a little time away from work, I can at least stop eating so much popcorn and stop drinking so much pop. Maybe I’ll only drink water while I’m at home too. I don’t have time to get out and exercise. When I’m not at work, I’m trying to figure this scholarship business out and finishing little projects. Work shouldn’t be my whole life. They don’t pay me enough for that. If I was making $10-15 an hour, I wouldn’t be complaining, but I make minimum wage. I’m not making enough to be spending 30+ a week there and not being able to better my life because I’m not home to do things. Summer sucks. I hate it so much.

Sleep well,
ulvenNixie

 

 

 

Reference:
http://dreemmoods.com/

Harsh Reminder from a Dream

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Sheltie (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I spent a lot of time yesterday saying my life was worthless. I felt like everything that filled it up wasn’t worth anything at all. I had a pretty harsh reminder last night that that’s not true. It was also a difficult start to a bad day. As it turns out, because I’m under the age of 24 and still live with my parents, I can’t get anymore financial aid. I have to either come up with the money or drop out of school for a year. What kind of choices are those?! That’s ridiculous! I hate all this drama going on with my school. I just want to earn my degree. I’m in my senior year. I’m only a few more classes from getting my Bachelor’s degree and they want me to fail because I’m not 24 years old. What kind of BS is that?!

In any case that dream last night was really awful. I have a dog. Her name is Akela and she is the light in my world. I adore her. She’s basically everything because she’s basically my baby. She’s the only living soul that loves me no matter what. I would, with my 5’3″ and 160lbs frame, would fist fight a bear if I had to just to keep her happy, healthy, and safe. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have anyone that would just sit with me and try to cheer me up when I’m down. I wouldn’t have anyone that just loves me, no strings attached. I wouldn’t have anyone that would keep me grounded and sane. I know she’s just a dog, but she’s my dog. I don’t know what I’m going to do when she passes away. She’s already 7 years old.

I dreamed that she died. I dreamed that she died of natural causes, but she was gone. She was just gone and I was left to suffer on without her. Everything reminded me of her. All I could do was cry and scream, but no one cared. My mom and her husband just carried on with their happy lives, and don’t get me wrong, they’re not entirely happy, but they were in my dream, and I was just this broken mess on the floor. I couldn’t collect myself at all. My sweet little sheltie was gone and there was nothing I could do about it. There’s nothing you can do about it when Death comes for the ones you love. The one soul that truly loved me was gone and my whole world came crashing down.

I woke up with that. Thankfully, she was right there for me to cuddle, hug, and kiss the top of her little head. I don’t know what I’ll do when that day comes, but right now, I have someone that loves me. She comes in the form of a little Shetland Sheepdog. She’s the runt of her litter and the best dog in the entire world. My life isn’t worthless because I’m loved. I get so depressed sometimes, and I guess I really needed a reminder of why I need to live. I might be a mistake. I might be useless to the world as a whole, but I have a little dog that depends on me. I have a life that depends on me. I should do better and I shouldn’t be so down.

That’s all.

That’s all I needed to say.

~ ulvenNixie