More than once I’ve dreamt of being telekinetic—someone with an ability to move objects with their mind. In the dream if often find myself showing this skill to my mother and I was using it on mere amusement tricks and silly little shows to impress her. In the dream it felt that only my mother knew of this ability and she was the only person that I show it to.
Last night was a different story. In the dream I had forgotten I had that ability. I was in a gigantic old library, with huge bookshelves that housed millions of books. There I was with my mother telling me to take my time in relearning that skill. And so I practiced and practiced until I got hold of it again. At first I had fun using it, making every little thing that I could see move from its original place. The next thing I know I telekinetically lifted up a piece of unwanted parchment and willed it to burn and so it did. I watched as it continued to burn as it hung in the air until nothing was left of it.
Then, as most dreams usually go, a quick change of scene took place. I saw little children playing in a quadrangle and teachers watching from afar. Yes I was in a school. As I stood there it felt like I was anticipating an incoming peril.
In another quick flash, the scenes changed. The children were running and the adults, my mother being one of them, were trying their best to guide the children to a safer place away from the quadrangle. Amidst all the panic that surrounded me and my confusion coupled with fear, I heard a voice, it seemed like little boy was calling out to me in my mind. He said something like he was being sought after not wanting to be taken away. The trees began to catch fire and I suddenly found myself tuning out the fire that had started from tree to tree but then it would again quickly ignite once more. I tried my hardest with my mind and will to bid the flames to rest.
Another flash, I had found the boy who called out to me in my mind, but was surprised to find that the boy was actually grown up.
Another flash, and I found myself and the boy running away from something. We ran into a building and I met my mother along with my mom’s secretary from the office who suited us up as if in preparation for what seemed like a drop off from an airplane….
After that I woke up with a sheepish look thinking how stupid that dream was….. >.>
Last night was a different story. In the dream I had forgotten I had that ability. I was in a gigantic old library, with huge bookshelves that housed millions of books. There I was with my mother telling me to take my time in relearning that skill. And so I practiced and practiced until I got hold of it again. At first I had fun using it, making every little thing that I could see move from its original place. The next thing I know I telekinetically lifted up a piece of unwanted parchment and willed it to burn and so it did. I watched as it continued to burn as it hung in the air until nothing was left of it.
Then, as most dreams usually go, a quick change of scene took place. I saw little children playing in a quadrangle and teachers watching from afar. Yes I was in a school. As I stood there it felt like I was anticipating an incoming peril.
In another quick flash, the scenes changed. The children were running and the adults, my mother being one of them, were trying their best to guide the children to a safer place away from the quadrangle. Amidst all the panic that surrounded me and my confusion coupled with fear, I heard a voice, it seemed like little boy was calling out to me in my mind. He said something like he was being sought after not wanting to be taken away. The trees began to catch fire and I suddenly found myself tuning out the fire that had started from tree to tree but then it would again quickly ignite once more. I tried my hardest with my mind and will to bid the flames to rest.
Another flash, I had found the boy who called out to me in my mind, but was surprised to find that the boy was actually grown up.
Another flash, and I found myself and the boy running away from something. We ran into a building and I met my mother along with my mom’s secretary from the office who suited us up as if in preparation for what seemed like a drop off from an airplane….
After that I woke up with a sheepish look thinking how stupid that dream was….. >.>
8 comments:
weird
それはへんなゆめです。。。
it must have some relation to you and your mother's relationship in real life.
I feel like i'm reading X-men here
you had quite an adventure in your dream. I hope you finish it in your next dream.
wow, this could be good material for a comic
yah... plain stupidity...
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hahaha...
jowk ui...
i think it's like this:
your telekinesis is somewhat a symbolism for your talent. not literally okay?
you want your mother to appreciate you... she appreciates you actually but maybe not as often as before...
in your next dream, you lost your power... maybe your talent got dull because you were not maximizing it. so you have to "relearn" it again.
you turned pyrokinetic maybe because... more or less your power evolved and turned into something destructive... or just maybe towards specific things which i don't know... :D
in the next scene... it might mean that in the past, there was something that went wrong and you had wanted to stop it... and even as you grow up, those things still haunt you along with the people who you have shared your past in connection to that event...
after that, i think it's just somewhat a product of too much imagination..
'm not sure ah. that's what i think it is or that's how i want it to be. hahaha.
~morpheus_dreams~
you have a hidden skill that is yet to be released.
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