I need a dream interpreter

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I had a dream last night and I spent the entire dream playing Grand Thief Auto trying to find a place to buy alcohol. I went to Wal Mart and Target (apparently this version of GTA had wal mart and target lol) and i couldn't find any. I drove around the entire dream beating people up and looking for liquor stores. Then I see a baseball stadium and i figure hey they should have hot dog stands and shite they probably sale beer there. I get inside and right as I get to the beer stand I wake up.

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You spend a lot of time at Walmart and Target in real life .... these are your go-to places.

You feel entitled to beer and/or alcohol in general, you feel it is owed to you and that other people may have to suffer in order for you to fill your needs.

The baseball stadium is representative of your gauntlet ... your need to touch all the bases on your way home to collect your prize (which is alcohol). Yet your inability to cross home plate and collect your prize is indicative of your life .... you're always thrown-out at home and, having experienced various forms of this dream during the course of your life you already know how it ends ... so you wake yourself to avoid dream disappointment.

That wasn't a dream. Turn on the news.

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the entire dream playing Grand Thief Auto trying to find a place to buy alcohol.

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Don't dream and drive.

Dream of frustration. What you want, you cannot get

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i'm pretty sure alcohol was a symbol for alcohol

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Well, hell, man... Get down to wal~mart or target and get you some!

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The data are processed in short term memory as what we call dreams. That's why most of our dream experiences are lost shortly after we awake. Some are so disturbing, however, that we can retain them for longer periods. Almost none go to long term memory storage.

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That's good scientific information from you Kentucker, as usual. Much appreciated.

One can, however, master some "amendment" to this. I don't have the data to back it up. I just know it from my own experience. I can't prove it to anyone, but I know it as surely as I "know" that I was alive yesterday.

When I was 19 my sleeping girlfriend inadvertly kicked me in the middle of the night. It woke me from a dream unlike any I'd ever remembered. In this dream I was a manta ray. Simple as that. I was a manta ray swimming in a dark but luxurious ocean. The swimming was like flying. It was more like being a fighter jet going MACH 1.5 at 40,000 feet. Climb, dive, roll left, yaw right... It was awesome. I was aware of myself as a ray, my face-stretching grin, and the sensations of "flying" about an infinite womb of warmth and wonderment. There had been NOTHING of or regarding being human in the dream. (At least not at the time I'd awaken).

So this got me thinking. I'd read some psychology. I knew some of the theories. I knew that we dreamed probably several dreams throughout the might but usually remembered only the dream we were dreaming when we awoke, if it. Having been "accidentally" awakened in the middle of this dream seemed serendipitous.

I decided to carry out my own (albeit purely subjective) experiments. Nothing fancy: I just went to sleep every night telling myself to dream much and to remember as many as possible. It took about 3 weeks to notice any difference, but after that time there were changes. I began to awake with very distinct memories of the night's last dream and bits and pieces of at least one other. Within 2 more weeks I was waking with good memories of 2 to 4 dreams. Six weeks later I was (all of this seemingly, albeit) remembering significant portions of up to 7 dreams.

I also began lucid dreaming during this time. Realizing I was dreaming while I was dreaming, taking conscious control over the dream, and manifesting marvelous fantasies in which I was, for all intents and purposes, omnipotent. I had a lot of ten to twenty babe orgies during these, but my very favorite feat was flying. Just taking off and flying like Sueprman. (Flying from one orgy to the next were among the creme dela creme, obviously).

Anywho~ These days to my knowledge I'm not dreaming any differently than the next dude. I had my fill I guess. I let it go. But I got a good ten to twelve years of some very remarkable dreaming (and the remembrance of these), relative what I've heard and read from others.

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One can, however, master some "amendment" to this. I don't have the data to back it up. I just know it from my own experience. I can't prove it to anyone, but I know it as surely as I "know" that I was alive yesterday

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Congratulations! You learned to manipulate the information sent to your brain's input area when asleep. Some people can do it to an extent while most can't regulate it at all.

It's a good and healthy thing for anyone to try, though. Most people are fearful of dreaming and thus inadvertently subject themselves to nightmares. You are an example of the control we can exert over our dreams. The ability does seem to decline with age although the patterns we established appear to persist.

After my first flying dream, I was determined to dream that way as much as I possibly could. It was glorious. Some of my favorite long term memories are of flying dreams. I hope that's the thought I have while dying.

I researched dream manipulation and determined that I could, as you mentioned, tell myself what to dream while preparing for bed. When younger, the dreams came frequently though, of course, not every night as I desired. Now they only come occasionally but are still as thrilling as the first time.

The permanent benefit from my efforts at dream control is that I never have a bad dream. Though flying doesn't come the way it once did, pleasurable dreams are the standard for me. I love going to sleep.

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I can lucid dream.

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That's hard to do. Congrats. I've never been able to get to that point. It takes a lot of self-discipline.

I did manage to steer away from morbid or disturbing dreams, so I'm satisfied.

I've been lucid dreaming since childhood. It has always come naturally. The doctors used to tell me it was because of my IQ ... back in the sixties a couple of them were most fascinated by my claim that I dreamed in "technicolor" while I was always happiest when I was dreaming that I was flying.

I still do.

As a youngster my flying dreams usually involved swimming through the air as a means of locomotion ... even though I knew Superman only had to jump and extend his arms ... flat hands for speed, fists to slow down. That didn't work one day as I took a header off the roof. That was my first broken collar bone.

As I got older and got into parachuting I tried all of that during freefall and quickly learned why Superman never really flew ... I wish they had wingsuits back then like they have now. We used to have to make our own out of canvas and worn-out silk.

Still, the best flying I do is in my dreams and I am very cognizant of the fact that I am flying in my dreams ... I'm in complete control doing relative work, plus some things I could never do in the sky.

Two nights ago I had snake dreams ... those are the only ones that really bother me - yet the snakes and I always get along in my dreams I suppose because I avoid killing them, if at all possible, in real life. But the one the other night, it involved constrictors rather than vipers and those mean one thing to me ... wake up, I'm not breathing properly. That is sometimes easier said than done if sleep paralysis has set in.

I have a hard time letting myself sleep in total silence. I have this process ... go to sleep with the TV on, or an audio CD playing like Stephen Hawking's Brief History of Time or the audio version of Einstein's Relativity on Librivox/Lecture Kings on RoKu ... but then I set the TV to turn-off automatically around 4AM. This gives me time to work-out issues in my dreams, without me having to wake up two or three times a night trying to decipher what is going-on in my head at midnight, 2AM, etc. As a kid it was always numbers and colors but as an adult it's become more about my health, family, the country, politics, etc.

Anyways, stopping there before I get too long-winded.

Sometimes, if I try, I have a process where I can force myself to dream about certain things that need resolving in my life. It's tricky because I do not always come to the conclusion in my subconscious that I maybe hoped for.

Then there was this one time, in Central America a long time ago, when I accepted the fact that I was going to die ... so I laid down in this hidden place and forced myself to go to sleep and dream .... and something happened, it saved my life ... but when it was over I was left asking myself, was I dreaming or did it really just happen?

And here is where lucid dreaming can scramble your bean.

Did I say I was going to stop? Dammit. frick it. Little bit more.

All of us have dreams that have stuck with us for life for whatever reason. Not necessarily a reoccurring dream - but one that you vividly remember having, and knowing you were having, but it bordered somewhere in the in-between of reality and subconscious.

Recently I was reminded of one such dream ... during a dream I was having. I was dreaming within a dream. But it brought back a memory which, during the dream I realized it was a memory of a dream. Yet, within a micro second, I realized it was actually a repressed memory of something that really happened ... something I had not thought about it years and, when I did, I would immediately repress it again - until the other night.

It made me uncomfortable because it forced me to deal with what happened ... a death and a burial, as if I was there again - which I was - in the dream. And I knew I was dreaming except this time I was an older man, much older than the kid we were burying who was actually older than me when we buried him. And I looked over and saw myself and realized I was looking back at myself .... and then, in my mind I remembered who I was looking at when we buried him - and it was me - except I didn't realize I was there at the time but I was.

Anyways ... rant off/