I have only just awoken. This was a very weird situation...
I had a sudden onset migraine last night that seemed to be in the center of my brain. I went to my bed and just tried relaxing to see if it'd help, but nothing, even medicine which I normally never go for, would help. I even smoked a little green and nothing would alleviate this headache.
I remember lying down asking myself where this pain was coming from. I then had a tearing sensation between my eyes in the center of my forehead that was unbearable! I think this is what made me literally pass out as I don't really remember taking off my shorts and shirt and turning on my fan.
My very first moment in the dream was extremely vivid. I knew with everything in my being that I was not in the waking state, but did not awaken.
I was again at the house I grew up in. I have recurring dreams of this place often but never this vividly.
I could feel the cool fall wind and smell the beautiful lilacs and the trees changing. The lighting was very warm and I could feel the good in everything. It was pleasant! For a moment I told myself that all of the pain was just a physical test.
I went to the home and it was again somebody else's. I've went inside in other dreams and attempted to prepare for something coming in these other dreams. I've taken weaponry and food, looked at what was different what they'd changed since I lived there. In this vivid state, I felt no panic. As I was in the house, I was with somebody I cannot really describe as they seemed to be everyone I loved but it was one person. They were with me but gender and look were very moldable.
I realized I was in a place I needed to be. It was nostalgic and heartfelt. But it didn't last.
I started to lose my grip and things began to fall apart in this dream state. I could feel a transition and the pain, the emotions and stress, it all started to peek through again.
The dream finished with a threatening force coming up that driveway and me trying to realize where to go. It always happens this way one way or another. There's always somebody coming for me at this nostalgic place...
There's a TON of symbology in my dreams. I never kill even when given the opportunity or when it's to defend myself. I typically am in a place I've devoted heart to. I speak with a woman with dark hair that seems very familiar to me though I cannot figure who she is. But it dissolves into fleeing...
In a dream I know I can control what am I running from?
Makes me feel like the nostalgia has a complex of cowardice? As if this is my esoteric mind telling me to let go of the past and to make a future?
I had a dream that was also extremely Christian but I didn't figure it out until after. I posted it here...
Basically I'm here now with no headache. 12 hours have passed!
Last Edited by eyeDR3 on 09/24/2014 11:54 AM:memorybanner:
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