I dreamt I was in this enormous, gothic, like, larger-than-a-city sized spaceship of some kind, which, like, it was in a battle with...someone....not really clear who....anyway all of a sudden we hear this tremendous noise and the whole place shudders really weirdly, and someone, this woman standing near me says: "It's beginning." and starts running in one direction, and so I start chasing her, and it sort of 'comes to me' (you know how it does, in dreams) that this ship is crashing into something, sort of like the Super-Star Destroyer crashes into the Death Star at the end of Jedi, except much, much more slowly, and this woman I'm chasing is running to the stern of the vessel, in an attempt to stay in front of all these blast doors that start closing in order to seal off parts of the ship.
So, like, we're running to the far end of the ship, trying to get through these enormous doors (like, the ship had streets and buildings and things in it, it was so big, so the doors were actually more like enormous walls that dropped into place) before they closed, and all of a sudden....I come to a ticket barrier! As in, of the sort you would find in a tube station. And the barrier won't let me through if I don't have the right ticket, so in the middle of this life-or-death situation (and I should probably add that the majority of the city-ship's population, while aware that we were in a battle of some kind, didn't seem to have come to the realization that the ship was crashing and that they should really be running to stern. Like, it wasn't all-out panic except on my part). So I'm jumping up and down in this queue to get my ticket, and when I finally get to the machine you buy the ticket from, I'm so nervous and agitated that I keep screwing up the procedure, like, the machines are all in another language (I'm kind of wishing it was an alien language, but I'm ashamed to admit it was actually more like French- I remember it said 'Sortie' at one point), so I don't know which 'section' to buy tickets for, and there's all these different options and I just keep screwing it up. And, at this point, I swear I was so frustrated by it all that I shook myself out of sleep, and leapt up in bed, terrified, my heart pumping wildly, like I'd just had an awful nightmare. It was bizarre.
Chasing a woman? Through different rooms? Before doors closed? Blocked by inability to operate ticket machines? Wrap yer Freud around THAT!
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Please don't make me. After spending four years studying psych at university I never speak to you again.
Cool dream though. I never remember mine.
It's wierd- if I don't write it down, I completely forget it within a few hours, but if I do write it down, I spend loads of time thinking about it and what it all means. I wonder if we're actually designed to forget dreams for a reason. I wonder if writing them down is actually bad for you.