Originally posted by: destrekor
	
	
		
		
			Originally posted by: polarbear6
	
	
		
		
			Originally posted by: destrekor
	
	
		
		
			Originally posted by: polarbear6
	
	
		
		
			Originally posted by: thecrecarc
The worry and stress of the test coming up unleashed the "snake"(homosexuality), allowing your "Friend"(subconscious) to finally suggest it. The fact you keep hitting it and trying to concentrate on studying shows your innate preference to deny the truth and concentrate on more immediate problems. That leads up to you trying to "pack it all away" and return the "snake", however, right before doing so it bites and kills you showing that if you do not accept your homosexuality, you will cause grave harm to your own psyche.
		
		
	 
Quit hyping it up .. I realized that i made a wrap of my bed sheet and was holding it (My usual habit)... I must have thought of it to be some sort of a snake ..
Thanks to ATOT, I lost faith in dream interpretation ...
I figure when something like that happens, you first tend to panic, then look it up in books or net and then look at the bed ...
		
 
		
	 
you should never have had faith in dream interpretation to begin with. It's junk, has no grounds in the real world. Our minds are incredibly creative, and naturally visually oriented. Dreams are a composition of the real and the imagination let loose. Anyone claiming they see something in the dream as representing something in the future are applying hindsight and creating something out of nothing. If it happens to be something incredibly similar or basically the same as something that does happen in the near future, it's the work of an intuitive mind. Great intuition isn't some divine gift, rather, a well honed mind. When you can think of potential outcomes to situations quite well, and often hit the nail on the head in regards to one of your thought-out outcomes, that is the work of an experienced mind who takes in detail from the outside world very well. I have that "gift", and have avoided accidents on the road because of it. It's not something special, just applying experience. Also, of all the people who attribute a dream as having "told the future", they ignore and/or deny all the other dreams that didn't do anything. When your dreams include the intuitive mind, you're bound to eventually find a dream "predicted" the future. Who knows how long it might take to come true though. And since the memory of dreams can be so foggy, after something happens your mind might start imagining the dream happened far more recently than it really had. 
Though oddly, I remember accurately (to the year, sometimes even the season, even know, some 8 years later) many of my terrifying lucid dreams. But that is also because I had a block of terrifying dreams that hit out of nowhere, and then stop after a certain amount of time. About the only thing I can attribute that too is junior high school teen angst coupled with going through a phase of watching just about every potentially decent horror/thriller available at blockbuster. Yeah, that combination put my creative mind through hell and back. 
		 
		
	 
Well.. The last time I got bitten by a bat in my dream(I was actually throwing stones on it, same was the case with the lion.), I got pretty bad grades ... And it actually turns out that bats in dreams means your going the wrong way or something bad is gonna happen. I just wanted to know if this could mean anything ...
		
 
		
	 
oddly enough, I had a bat dream.
Actually, more accurately, a dream, and then a bat.
Wait, even more accurately, no dream, and then a bat. 
Trouble falling asleep, and I felt my mind was getting the best of me as I thought I was hearing things in my closet. I finally fell asleep, had no dreams that night though it took me forever to fall asleep... and when I woke up, I went to my computer, and then looked at the morning light in my window. And then I saw it, a damn bat hanging from my speaker wire strung above my window.
There was a cave-in of sorts where some of the plaster and ceiling of the back of my closet crumbled, and apparently the roof above it was a little messed up though it had not caved in. 
A damn bat stumbled its way through, found a way through the mess of junk in my closet, and decided the speaker wire was a nice cozy spot to set up camp for the night. Bastard. Knocked him off into an old coca cola box and dumped him out on the back deck. He was basically frozen stiff from fright and didn't exactly have an amused expression. It was comical once it was said and done, damn glad it wasn't rabid (probably would have bit me in my sleep had that been the case, and the whole remaining frozen in terror after being rudely awakened, kind of points to a docility not found in rabid creatures).