I was on a train, I cannot remember the type of train but it was a long ride. A was with me, we were both riding to the same destination, or so I assumed in my dream, I knew we were riding in the same train and going in the same direction. I remember going through fields like the ones you see on British shows, with the sun shinning and the soft wind blowing. I remember A’s face in profile, serious and pensive.
A dystopian world. There were many of us in a big group waiting to be assigned, waiting to be assigned to each other, to be married, or to be a couple as determined by others – who knows who they were? – The one I wanted, the one who wanted me we were not to be. He was to be my friend’s, was she my friend?
His brother was a thief, he was not. I hardly remember him and I was in love with him. Or I thought I was. I remember good sex and a two story building.
Walk through the darkness of everyday life after the loss of a friend. Thinking and feeling what was to have a friend, what was to share a cup of coffee, what was to live everyday life with a little more light than I have now.
To learn and to relearn to move, to breathe, to talk, to work . . . To function without my friend. A friend, a good and true friend, such a rare thing to find, such an oddity an anomaly – at least in my life.-
A friend lost forevermore. No god, no heaven, no afterlife for me and therefore forever without my friend I will be.
It was a beautiful day in the city, as I looked around I saw the beautiful architecture, the luscious trees and the endless sky. Everything had a metallic sheen that reflected the sunlight with a strange vibrant quality.
I looked ahead and I saw him, R, smiling and waiving at me. He had his hands on a bicycle, and to my surprise I was holding one too. We were going to ride through the city together, just the thought of it made me smile. Riding through a beautiful city with the wind on my face.
Often a bicycle appears in dream when you are trying to balance a number of situations an you are striving to get to a destination that you are trying to achieve your future objectives regarding love affairs. To fall off a bike indicates that you have misplaced situations.
This dream is suggestive of a rather functional attitude towards self-motivation, you probably need to look at balance in your emotions and feelings when encountering a people.
Positive changes are afoot if…
- The dream is enjoyable and did not involve an accident.
- You were going on a relaxing bike ride.
I had a dream today about my friend Maria “la loca”, we were out partying like we used to do when I lived in Spain. And just today, after I woke up, she sent me a message when I hadn’t heard from her for a long time.
Freudian’s slip are sexual in nature if I am not mistaken, but lately I have been having slips of my own that if not explicitly sexual speak to my attraction to a certain someone.
Firstly, within my texts to friends and family, his name is imbedded – and I am not taking about the autocorrect.- I am talking about subconsciously (or I it unconsciously?) typing his name as I compose my texts.
Secondly, I automatically tag all my post with the words “blue” and “love”. Even if the post is about death and darkness and utterly depressive themes.
Thirdly, do I need say more? My mind betrays me or maybe it’s only showing me the path to happiness and truth.