Hello. Thank you for all the warm welcomes, with me just joining the forums and such. Also, thank you for all the helpful comments on what my last dream could've meant. It really opened up my eyes. I was wondering if you could help me with this one, maybe.
I remember having a dream around a year ago and a dream rather recently. It happened in my house, where dreams of mine always get a bit crazy. Both dreams also happened in my room and they both had me do rather odd things. I thought that maybe, these dreams were somehow connected?
I remember a small bird being on my desk, in front of my TV. It was coughing and kind of slouching. I went over to the bird and picked it up, wanting to somehow help it. I thought that a great way to help the sick bird was by squeezing it. The bird, from what I remember, was green and red. I squeezed the bird tightly, watching it vomit up all its insides. When it stopped moving, it turned black. I remember feeling very conflicted when it happened. A mixture of guilt and joy. Perhaps a bittersweet feeling?
The other dream had me with someone else. I don't think I knew them at all. But they were in the doorway to my room. I was sitting on my bed. I got up and kind of paced around my room for a moment, not sure of what I was doing. But then, I saw something fall off my desk. It caught my eye. It was a skull, perhaps the size of my fist. I went over to it, as did the person who was with me. It was a guy, I'm pretty sure. He was questioning why a skull was there. I took a heavy book and pressed it onto the skull. I then stomped harshly onto the book, trying to break the skull. The guy just kind of stood back and commented on how the smell was disgusting. That's when I started to smell it. It made me want to gag. It really did smell like death. Yet I kept stomping. I heard a loud crack and lifted the book up from the skull. There was a small brain sitting inside the skull. I only heard the guy's voice, I didn't look up. But he sounded disgusted and confused, asking why I did that. I poked and pushed the broken skull, trying to prevent the brains from touching the floor. I felt incredibly indifferent in this dream, unlike the one before it.
Those are the dreams. What do you guys think of these? I'm really curious.