Recurring dreams
Oct. 19th, 2025 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
therealtrashSometimes I had very vivid and confusing dreams, with many things happening at once, but everything seemed to be going in the same direction. Nothing was clear, but it seemed to have a very connected meaning.
"The house without windows": a kinda recurring scenario in my dreams. I was riding a narrow favela street with my mother. She was on her bike, and I was on the back. We slowly arrived at a large, grassy space, completely empty, except for a house with no windows, just holes where there should have been. I felt a strange and somewhat uneasy, yet nostalgic feeling. I was very confused. An old lady came from the door, and my mother greeted her. That lady, I don't remember her face, I don't even know if she had one but she seemed nostalgic in a way I couldn't describe. before the dream end, i saw an very colourful grandma couch, you know, that ones who emits grandmas vibes. this dream was very fast, but i felt a sensation that i already had that dream, like, many, many times. but couldn't remember a day i dreamed this exactly dream execpt the only day i actually dreamed with it. but one thing i know, i didn't like the atmosphere that lady emitted. Another day, I dreamed about that house again. It wasn't the same dream, but it was exactly the same house, and I felt it, I felt the unique atmosphere of that house. I don't remember much about this dream, except for the moment when it started to rain, and me and the another person (you know, those people who appear in your dreams and never appear again, whose face you don't even remember) went to that house to shelter from the rain, because it was very dense. The house looked the same, but this time there was nothing inside and it seemed much bigger. For some reason, there was something that looked like scaffolding inside it, and we climbed up there while we listened to the wind destroying everything outside.
"The Lake Street": I remember dreaming about this scenerio since I was a child, but unfortunately I don't remember the other parts of the dreams very well. I only remember having many dreams in which, at some point, I entered a street with very tall grass, a narrow lake, and some rocks. There was a day there was a bridge too, and for the first time it was daylight. It looked like a forest too. It was the time I was running away with one of those dream people again. I don't really know why we were running away, but I was happy because I had become very attached to that person; we had already become friends. When I woke up, I felt very, very bad. It took me a while to recover.
When I've become attached to people who don't exist and who appear in my dreams, it hurts a lot when I wake up and realize it wasn't real. Even though the dream was horrible, I feel those people were so real that my brain couldn't even project such a human connection like that. that sometimes make my agnostic atheist ass doubt if it was a real person who connected the same dream as me in some way.
Even though I've had others recurring and interesting dreams in my life, I can't remember enough to make them seem interesting, or they're so confusing that I can't even explain them because, you know, most of the time dreams are nonsense, lol. But I felt a very deep connection with some of these seemingly meaningless dreams, while others are fresher in my mind and i can reflect about what the meaning behind this. and I can even write them here someday, who knows. But I can't promise because many of these I dreamed when I was having a terrible problem who caused me almost three nightmares a week, and some of them were really disturbing and dark for me, I don't know if I want to share. But who knows! I love spirituality, and despite I can't believe it with much certainty, these dreams made me reflect on whether some of them are actually connected or perhaps have something spiritual about them. I don't know, I just wrote this because some of these dreams are starting to becoming a little blurred in my mind, and I don't want to forget them, despite how weird and kinda bad they was. After all, I miss those dreams, even the disturbing ones. I miss when my mind was more creative and I could escape reality more easily.
"The house without windows": a kinda recurring scenario in my dreams. I was riding a narrow favela street with my mother. She was on her bike, and I was on the back. We slowly arrived at a large, grassy space, completely empty, except for a house with no windows, just holes where there should have been. I felt a strange and somewhat uneasy, yet nostalgic feeling. I was very confused. An old lady came from the door, and my mother greeted her. That lady, I don't remember her face, I don't even know if she had one but she seemed nostalgic in a way I couldn't describe. before the dream end, i saw an very colourful grandma couch, you know, that ones who emits grandmas vibes. this dream was very fast, but i felt a sensation that i already had that dream, like, many, many times. but couldn't remember a day i dreamed this exactly dream execpt the only day i actually dreamed with it. but one thing i know, i didn't like the atmosphere that lady emitted. Another day, I dreamed about that house again. It wasn't the same dream, but it was exactly the same house, and I felt it, I felt the unique atmosphere of that house. I don't remember much about this dream, except for the moment when it started to rain, and me and the another person (you know, those people who appear in your dreams and never appear again, whose face you don't even remember) went to that house to shelter from the rain, because it was very dense. The house looked the same, but this time there was nothing inside and it seemed much bigger. For some reason, there was something that looked like scaffolding inside it, and we climbed up there while we listened to the wind destroying everything outside.
"The Lake Street": I remember dreaming about this scenerio since I was a child, but unfortunately I don't remember the other parts of the dreams very well. I only remember having many dreams in which, at some point, I entered a street with very tall grass, a narrow lake, and some rocks. There was a day there was a bridge too, and for the first time it was daylight. It looked like a forest too. It was the time I was running away with one of those dream people again. I don't really know why we were running away, but I was happy because I had become very attached to that person; we had already become friends. When I woke up, I felt very, very bad. It took me a while to recover.
When I've become attached to people who don't exist and who appear in my dreams, it hurts a lot when I wake up and realize it wasn't real. Even though the dream was horrible, I feel those people were so real that my brain couldn't even project such a human connection like that. that sometimes make my agnostic atheist ass doubt if it was a real person who connected the same dream as me in some way.
Even though I've had others recurring and interesting dreams in my life, I can't remember enough to make them seem interesting, or they're so confusing that I can't even explain them because, you know, most of the time dreams are nonsense, lol. But I felt a very deep connection with some of these seemingly meaningless dreams, while others are fresher in my mind and i can reflect about what the meaning behind this. and I can even write them here someday, who knows. But I can't promise because many of these I dreamed when I was having a terrible problem who caused me almost three nightmares a week, and some of them were really disturbing and dark for me, I don't know if I want to share. But who knows! I love spirituality, and despite I can't believe it with much certainty, these dreams made me reflect on whether some of them are actually connected or perhaps have something spiritual about them. I don't know, I just wrote this because some of these dreams are starting to becoming a little blurred in my mind, and I don't want to forget them, despite how weird and kinda bad they was. After all, I miss those dreams, even the disturbing ones. I miss when my mind was more creative and I could escape reality more easily.
