Torn Apart

Ok, well a little background first...

My grandmother passed away not too long ago. Her house was the only place I could ever come home to. Since she died, I've had several dreams that have taken place in her home. This one however struck me as strange.

I enter the house with my boyfriend. However, I walk straight through the house and leave him inside. Instead of just walking to her room, i proceed to walk out the back door and walk down the gangway. I go to her bedroom window and two of my best friends are there. One I have known since I was six and the other who i fell in love with and left my boyfriend of three years for. However, like in the dream, we are back together. Anyway, I walk to the window and I find it open and the friend of mine who I had fallen in love with extends his hand to me. I grab his hand and my dream focuses in on our embraced hands. However, something is trying to pul us apart, however we don't break the embrace.

Now I have analyzed this dreams by looking through several dream symbol books. However, I did not find them satisfactory. I am wondering if there are any hidden meanings or strange significances in this dream.

DreaminOf You

Panic and Rescue

Hi Peregrin

Thank you so much for taking the time to help me interpret a few dreams
that I have. I will try my best to relate them to you as soon as possible.

There is this man. Let's call him "SC". He is not a friend and he doesn't
know me. He is just somebody I know from afar. I know him is because he is
in the same profession that I am trying to get in..you know what I mean?
The thing is, I do not care for his existence, as in , I do not have
anything against him at all...it's just that I view him the same as I feel
for most people - neutral.
Strange thing is I started to have dreams about him. Which is weird,
considering I never thought of him at all before. I have a total of about
5 dreams of him and I will try my best to relate them.

First dream) I was on a moving bus and I was standing up. All around me,
were people I knew and hated in the past. I was extremely uncomfortable
and I pressed the "stop" button, ready to get off the bus, all the while
wishing I had a friend and the people I love would rescue me right now.
Suddenly, I turned my head and seated at the back of the bus was SC and he
gave me a small smile and patted the empty seat next to him and motioned
me to sit beside him.

I woke up, not paying any attention to it...just surprised that it was SC,
of all people. After a few months...

second dream) I was just walking around on the street when I saw a funeral
taking place and again a lot of people I hated from the past were
surrounding me. I was in a frantic panic because it was a really awful
situation. I think I was half crying and half wishing to myself that the
people that I love will take me away right now and all of a sudden, I saw
SC again. He was walking by himself and I followed him. It was because of
me following him that he led me straight up a hill and all of a sudden, I
felt my both arms being raised up and when I looked up, the man I admire
and respect most in the professional world, was holding my hand up in
victory and his girlfriend was holding my other hand and all around me,
people were cheering for us.

Again, I found it weird that it was SC again but I did not pay any
attention to it at all.

third dream) I was on a moving bus again and it was a emotionally
traumatic experience because I think I dreamt of my dead grandmother
talking to me and I was feeling slightly disturbed about it and all around
me, I think there were demons and monsters. Suddenly, the bus came to a
crash. I got out and knew I escaped without a scratch but immediately I
wondered about the people I love and how their situation is. The first
person I saw was SC and he was walking well, implying that he was all
right and I saw the other people that I love too, walking around without a
scratch.

4) I was in a darkened room, no idea where I was. It looked like I was in
some sort of a gathering or a party. I looked around and saw the people
that I hoped to work with next time were there. They were all laughing,
having a good time and standing around. I looked up and suddenly, in front
of me, stood SC. I was really surprised. SC was smiling and smiling at me
and all I could see was how blue his eyes were. I kept saying to him/to
myself "Oh my goodness, Your eyes are so blue. Your eyes are so blue". (At
that time, in real life, I didn't even know what his eye colour was
because I had never talked to him before or went to him up close) He just
stood there smiling at me and I remembered feeling touched in the dream
because I was feeling slightly out of place and he was the first one that
came up to me. He went away for a while and a woman (I couldn't see her,
don't know who she is) told me that "SC is such a nice and charming man.
All the girls have crushes on him. Look at Molly." Sure enough, I looked
at this woman named Molly and I saw her looking longingly at SC. SC was
talking to her in a platonic way but still, he turned around to smile at
me and I saw Molly looking from him to me and from me to him again.

fifth dream) I was in the doctor's office and I was holding a baby boy.
(In real life, I am neither pregnant nor married nor do I have any kids).
In my dream, I know this child was mine and all I kept saying to the baby
boy was "You are angel. You are an angel. AN ANGEL. Don't worry, SC will
help. We just tell SC. He will help."

I want to say that after some time had passed, I found out that SC's eyes
were indeed blue. Why did the answer came to me in the dream? Because it's
not as if I cared about his eyes being blue. I am in fact in love with
someone else but I do not understand why SC had been appearing in my
dreams. Is there a message somewhere I should take note of? and why of all
people did it come in the form of SC? Can you help to interpret these
dreams for me? I really hope I am clear in what i am trying to express
here. I have to say again that when I dreamt of SC, it was really
surprising because I had never thought of him before and all my thoughts
were on my career and another man whom I am in love with.

Thank you and I hope to hear from you soon.

Charm

Drugged KoolAid

Dear Peregrin,

I woke from a strange dream that I couldn't forget about or put aside, so I thought I'd put it to print and see what you thought about it.

In my dream, my family and I were moving into a new house. Nothing really strange about that, except that during the process, my father died. (My father had been dead for several years now). I think because we were moving etc. that funeral and burial arrangements were put off for some reason. The other thing was that there was my grandmother too. She was dead, but had been dead for years. I am not sure why she was there. We had them each laid out on a table, like in a morgue but they were in the house.

They kept moving around and trying to wake up like. Trying to say something, trying to look around etc. I was aware of this, and would go over and hold them against the tables they were on. They were no threat, but I wished they would just stay quiet and still like dead people were supposed to do. I also knew that they were starting to deteriate, and that was gross to me. I didn't want to have to be touching them.

I talked to my mother about it and she said that they had made arrangements to bury them finally, and that it would not be long now. They were to be burried in the back yard of the new place. I threw a fit about that. For some reason, I did not want graves to be in the back yard of this new place.

I tired of arguing with my mother about it, went to sit on the back porch with my other sibs. While sitting there, a young man walked around from the side of the house, and I made him go to the front of the house and knock on the front door. I explained to him that if he met our mother and she let him in, that he could walk through the house and come out here with us, but that he first had to pass my mothers inspection. Sure enough in a few moments, he came through the back door onto the porch with us.

Sitting there, I noticed a tree with a tree house in it, and I climbed up there, and found in the tree house a small box, kind of like a cigar box. I was curious, and opened it up. I found crayons, a spoon, a plastic bag with sugar crystals in it, candles, six dollars, and some other odd items. I figured that the spoon and sugar were the remains of some kids koolaid making items from his school lunch. I took some of the crystals out of the bag and placed them in my cheek. They did not taste sweet though. I kept sucking on it thinking that it would something must be wrong with my taste, but finally, I figured that it was not going to taste like sugar, and it may not even be sugar after all. I spit it out.

I was sitting in the tree house looking down at the ground, and was still spitting because the taste was still in my mouth. I noticed that my spit had taken on the consistancy of mercury... thick and slow moving, bouncing off branches on it's way down, jiggling and wiggling but staying together.

It then hit me that I was drugged, and that the crystals must have been crack cocain. I also remembered seeing that the kid had written on the lid of the box. "I love my coke". Niave as I am , I thought it meant cola.

I started calling to my sister and her new friend to help me down out of the tree. I wanted to take these things to the authorities. I knew there were things in the box that would identify the kid that it belonged to.

I woke up from this dream while on my way down from the tree.

As a last note, in the dream, I was not a child, nor was I the age I am now. I was probably in my late teens.

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Thanks,

Linda

Grammie Rose

Dear Peregrin,

I have experienced a recurring dream for many years.

I am dreaming that I am in bed asleep, and my Grandmother [who died 2 yrs before my birth] through thoughts is asking me to let her in to my soul. I reply to her though telepathy that "I love my Gramma Rosie very much and any love and guidance she could offer now would be honored. She again asks to come in . I tell her she may not cross over but I am here to communicate with any time. She again asks to come in. I tell her no [ I feel by now that this is not my Grandmother.] She asks again I tell her to go away she is trying to trick me.

Then I awake from my dream in the dream to what appears to be aliens around my bed wondering if I am going to be okay and if I will remember. Through this dream, in my consious state I am trying everything I can to wake. I have a feeling of being very scared. I am trying to flee something. I have woken on one occasion with self inflicted scratch marks down my arms.

These dreams occur during the happiest times of my life........I am totally confused about this. Evey time I dream this dream I remember a little more.

Tyler

Grandmother

Dear Peregrin,

I have experianced a recurring dream for many years. I am dreaming that I am in bed asleep, and my Grandmother [who died 2 yrs before my birth] through thoughts is asking me to let her in to my soul. I reply to her though telepathy that "I love my Gramma Rosie very much and any love and guidance she could offer now would be honored. She again asks to come in . I tell her she may not cross over but I am here to communicate with any time. She again asks to come in. I tell her no [ I feel by now that this is not my Grandmother. She asks again I tell her to go away she is trying to trick me. Then I awake from my " dream in the dream to what appears to be aliens around my bed wondering if I am going to be okay and if I will remember. Through this dream, in my consious state I am trying everything I can to wake. I have a feeling of being very scared. I am trying to flee something. I have woken on one occasion with self inflicted scratch marks down my arms. These dreams occur during the happiest times of my life........I am totally confused about this. Every time I dream this dream I remember a little more.

Tyler

Sea Cruise

Dear Peregrin,

Out of all the people in my family who passed away, I have had a hard time dealing with the death of my grandfather, I called him poppa. I am 30 years old and he passed away over a year ago. I dream of him about once a month. In this dream my family was on a cruise ship on the way to Canada. Something was wrong with the way it was taking too long to get there so my poppa said that we can swim to shore faster than wasting our time on this ship. He was trying to decide if we should really jump off. Then we both jumped off and swam to shore. We went walking through unfamiliar towns, yet he claimed he knew where he was going and he took me to a few restaurants for a quick sandwiches. He also was holding my hand down the street even though he never would do that when he was alive. He loved me more than the world but was afraid it would "look funny" to other people.

Colleen

Elephant Aquarium

Dear Peregrin,

Hi! I had a dream last night that was wacky. I remember having an aquarium and in it, it had two 'floors'; each one had a tiny, live elephant that was very healthy and happy. There was a couple fishes, but mostly live sea anemones (those animals that look like plants). On the bottom 'floor' there was a cat fish that would get in the way of things, but the elephant would successful fight it off, and on the top floor, there was a squid-like animal. You won't believe this, but the elephant was pulling candy out of the stomach of the squid, as if it was a bag. Every creature was pretty much happy, but I was concerned that there was so much in there, it would be difficult to keep it clean. Then I realized that they needed each other and even the algae to stay healthy. The only reason I was nervous was because I didn't want anything to go wrong, and it was out of my control, and what I could affect I wanted to do well.

Incidentally, the candy that was in the squid was a black, square, wrapped anise taffy that my grandmother had put there. It was old candy, but tasted really nicely. My grandmother, who is in real life very old (95) and not in good health was healthy and stood on her own and totally straight posture in my dream. She was healthy and dessed in brown fur-- from her skirt to her coat and hat. She was giving me something, along with $33,000 that she said was owed to me.

What do you think about this wacky dream?

Thanks,

Liz

Talking With Joel

Dear Peregrin,

I am a teacher about to begin my third year. It was the summer after my first year that I had this particular dream. It was probably one of the most vivid dreams I have ever had. It occurred in July of 1995, and I still remember it clearly. Here is my journal entry from the next morning: As I went to bed last night, I was overcome with pain and sorrow over my parents and the idea/realization that they would die and leave me. My concept of death is irregular because of the suddenness of those I've experienced lately. I felt like I was cowering in a deep corner of my soul where no on (not even my husband) could reach me. I felt totally alone. I got up and went into the living room to cry. I prayed to God for peace. I flipped on the TV, and there was a show on about the Shroud of Turin. After watching it for a while, I felt better, so I went back to bed; it was time to go back. I had a hard time falling asleep, but holding on to Dean made me feel loved and safe. My sleeping was fitful; I kept waking up. But I eventually fell into a deep sleep. I dreamed that it was the first day of school, but I wasn't in the town I teach in. I was in a school that looked like my old high school. The classroom was packed; there were way more than 30 kids. I make a mental note to ask about the class size thing: was it necessary? I felt a little out of control, not like I was used to, and it seemed like the kids knew it, too. Things weren't going the way I had planned; there were behavior problems, interruptions, groups of four trouping up to the pencil sharpener...I new I had to get a hold of things. Also, Joel was there (our social teacher who had died unexpectantly in April). He was sitting in a desk in the far middle of the room, observing and listening. He was wearing a sea green shaker sweater and khaki pants and had his "old-lady" glasses (drug-store glasses that helped him read better) nestled in his wavy, silvery hair. I made a few mistakes ("Turn around and face the front or you'll all get detention!!"), yet when half the class turned around, many looked confused. I hadn't noticed they were facing the wrong way. Two feisty students from the year before, twins named Juan and Juan, were there. Some of them were my students, and some of them were students of the other English teacher. One of them said to another, "Yea, some of the things she does are just so she can keep a hold over you." I chose to confront this in a constructive way rather than let it wear me down. I chose not to let it bother me. Even though I intended to go over the class guidelines, we ended up going over an orange worksheet on oxymorons, an assignment they somehow had done before the first day. Also, before that, I shared with them pictures of Dean and told them all about him and his job. That seemed to draw them to me. And the oxymoron discussion was lively; they were engage4d and my old teaching ability flowed into me, filling every corner of me, right down to the tips of my fingers. I felt totally alive. It was good. During all this, Joel sat quietly and listened and watched and observed. At one point he asked to leave temporarily and said he'd be back. I said, "sure, come back whenever." and he went out the door and I went back to what I was doing. Later, his head was peaking in the window of the door (he had to stoop because he was so tall) and a kid let him in. He lumbered/loped down the aisle. As we were engaged in discussion, Joel got up and said he had to go, but he asked me when I went to school. I said I was done with college. He seemed surprised. He turned to the class and told them they were lucky to have a fine teacher like me; that I'd do well and we'd be all right. The funny thing is, I knew or sensed that he was dead, but the kids didn't. I felt tears forming in my eyes. He had to go, but I asked him if I could ask him something. He said, "sure," so I asked the class to visit quietly in their desks while I stepped outside. Joel was very attentive. I started to weep. I said, "I know this is an unusual request, but I need to know something. We walked along the hallway. I said, "Have you seen people?" he smiled and said, "Yes, at all levels." I said, "I have this brother..." we reached the end of the hallway and I got the sense that I couldn't go any farther with him and had to get back to my kids. He was about to go up the stairs to the teacher's lounge. Somehow Joel turned into one of my college professors-turned friend, Karla. I kept talking. "He committed suicide, and I want to know if he's okay." She said, "Hmmmm. Suicide. I wonder what they'll do with him," as she looked thoughtfully at the floor. I said, "Well, I wonder if he's 'halfway,' as in 'in-between'." She smiled warmly and said, as if she had gotten a message, "What does it matter, all of the trivial things?" And I said I just needed to know he was okay. I got the feeling from her that he was, but I never really heard the words. But somehow I knew. I knew class was going to be over soon, the bell would ring, and then the alarm clock went off. I woke up with a terrible migraine, but had to write it all down. I wonder...was this the peace I prayed for? Is the mentoring I receive from others a little connection to Cedric, my older brother who died when I was 15? I heard Joel's sweet, warm voice in my dream - it sounded so real. One thing that bugs me is that I can't remember the voice of my brother.

Cguls

Dead Sister

Dear Peregrin,

hi, my mom had a dream over 6 months ago..and it's still on her mind...so i took it upon myself to send the dream to you for interpetation...she dreamt she was in an area which was beautiful, pastures...she was standin on top of a hill...she sees a cave down below and there seems to be some sort of fire in the cave...she then sees a few people throwing her deceised sister into the fire in the cave...as she stood on top of the hill she feels a touch on her shoulder from the back, she turns and sees her sister...and asks what's going on...sister says that they do this to me a few times a day...throw me into the fire...the dream ends here....can you help interpert this for her and get it off her mind...!......

thank you

Laura

The Crying Pool

Hi,

My mom had a dream a few nights ago, and it's still on her mind...so i took it upon myself to send her dream for your interpretation..! :) she dreamt that she was sitting in a pool of warm water with her deceised father, mother and sister...and her father was crying, and sobbing...!..what could this possibly mean..?

Thanx

Laura