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by Rasserenata

 Well, I don't dream that often. But when I do, it's crazy shit. :p

I dreamed I was looking up at the ceiling of a surgery room. A surgery room in which I saw the world growing tiny every second that passed. Someone was yelling something I don't quite remember. I couldn't look to the right, a shadowy figure was holding me down. My head was immovable, and all I could see is the ceiling. I let out a couple of hysterical "It's gonna fall!"; I suppose I was talking about my brain.

I heard the sound of an electric saw turning on. I just knew they were going for my head!

I struggle but there's nothing I could do. Then I just wake up. :p

A memory from the perspective of the present, also mixed with some TV drama xD. 

That's some scary shit. 

Who's been trying to fuck with your brain/control you? 

It was a dream. o.o

I don't think anyone's trying to do that.

I realize this was a dream, hence the title of the thread that I started. 

I apologize, perhaps I should have been more specific ;

Oh my, what a scary dream you had. 

I believe your dream is a metaphor for your fear of someone who may be fucking with your brain  (in a figurative sense) or trying to control you. Who might you think is doing that,  if anyone? 

I'd say it's my unconscious reconstructing a memory (albeit exaggerated). The ceiling is very familiar. The experience, the movie, it took me a moment, but it all comes back to me in a split of a second.
The fact that I can't move may mean that I'm in fear. It could be a reflection of what I was going through in RL too. Maybe I associated what I was going through with being held down without escape, knowing my fate before it got to me.

But I can't remember what I was thinking back then.
Hence, I don't think anyone was trying to control me. More like I saw what's was coming and couldn't avoid it.

A few nights ago, I  had a dream that I was in a prison, (I think?). I can't remember the exact details, but I was on the first story of the building and all of a sudden, a girl dove off the second story head first and as she descended, her whole body, except for her head, was vaporized. Her severed head fell at my feet and I kicked it away from me, but it hit a wall and came rolling back at me. I kicked it again...and again. Soon I was kicking it back and forth against this wall as if it were a soccer ball. Oddly enough, I began to feel joyous and amused as I kicked this girl's severed head again and again.

I awoke at like, 3:15am, got up and got a drink of water and just stood in my kitchen thinking how utterly disturbing my dream was. I didn't fall back to sleep for probably another hour. 

So you bent it like Beckham. That's not so weird, sounds fun. 

My dreams are usually beyond graphic, but I can honestly say that this was the first time I have ever has a dream like this. I have no clue what it could possibly mean. I'm usually pretty good at figuring out what my dreams mean, too.

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Last night I dreamed I was at the university where I graduated years ago.

A student was showing me to the room where I left my ID that I needed to get lunch.

A young man went running past us up several flights of stairs outside in the courtyard around the atrium.

The student went to go chase him, thinking he was running from a crime or stole something.

All of sudden, the glass doors break down with massive water flooding in from all directions. There was some kind of vandalism, trying to flood the school and drown the people occupying the lower levels of the building. I was trying to get everyone out before the openings were blocked by the debris.

One of the glass doors was being held open by 2-3 girl students. It created an opening for me to escape between the door and the door frame, but they were trapped. The weight of the water broke the doors and they fell over backwards.

The guy fleeing from the scene was heading for doors out of the upper levels before all the lower floors flooded out.

The feeling was of betrayal, that we were set up and the ones who did this only wanted to make a scene and didn't care about the suffering caused to the people affected.

The student helping me was Asian, the young man running was Black, and the girl students were White. The university may represent the White privileged upper class. So it could symbolize that in trying to protest economic oppression, the oppressors are not the ones who suffer, and I felt I was at risk of drowning, which may represent how I feel in real life fighting political battles.