It Pains Me To Admit That Sometimes Even I Have Cliched Dreams

I’ve always been a bit obsessed with dreams. Although my overly addicted brain usely fills mine with crazy stories involving fictional characters and celebrities I’m totally crushing on, I truly believe that our dreams contain meanings there for us to interpret. While I’d love to say that all the times I’ve married Nick Jonas/Tom Felton/Darren Criss/Draco Malfoy/Severus Snape (I mean, what?!)/etc. etc. in my dreams means that I’ll find them at the end of my aisle one day, I’m talking the deeper dreams that sadly my obsessions don’t play a part in.
Take the other night for example. I had an extremely vivid dream from which I woke up petrified because in it my teeth had fallen out. It felt so real and I had to physically feel my mouth upon waking to make sure that I really hadn’t lost my toothy grin during in the night. I recounted the story to Kayla while accompanying her on a cigarette break (as in, she was on the cigarette break, not me) and she said I should google it. So I did, expecting to see it meant something totally pointless like the time I dream-dictionaried what being eaten by a spider meant and it told me I had conflict with my mother, when in fact I had never been getting on better with her in my life. However, upon pressing the button saying ‘dreams about teeth’ I was shocked. It told me that dreaming about your teeth falling out is signifcant to feeling like you lack the ability to communicate, and lack control and power in a situation. Wow, if that’s not exactly how I feel at the moment, I don’t know what is. 
I really and truly find dreams fascinating, like seeing what our subconcious throws out at you when you have no real control over it. Why certain dreams come back night after night, and why some dreams leave such an impact you recall it even years later.
The most vivid dream I have ever had in my life was dreamt when I was around five years old. I was in a castle and had found my way to the dungeons when I looked up and there was a ghost screaming and chasing me. It wasn’t just any ghost though, oh no, it was the ghost of Mickey Mouse. Anyway, I was being chased by Mickey when BAM out pops Voldemort and suddenly I’m running for my life as both of them try to kill me. I can’t remember the end, but more than anything I think this dream proves that in twelve years I haven’t really changed at all. Castles, Disney and Harry Potter? Sounds exactly like modern day me.

frangipani princess xoxo

2 thoughts on “It Pains Me To Admit That Sometimes Even I Have Cliched Dreams

  1. Wow, that's so freaky about the teeth falling out thing meaning that! I don't think meaning can be discerned from my dreams unless it's the rare blatantly obvious one. But most of my dreams are so weird they wouldn't come up in a google search.I totes remember you googling the spider in good ole elective history, like the subject I browsed on my laptop the most :DI tend to remember my dreams most of the time, and they are ALWAYS in colour. Apparently some people don't dream in full colour? Oh and maybe you will marry someone like Snape in the future πŸ˜›

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