One thing I like about my current job as a waiter in Melbourne is that I have to wake up at 6 am, thus usually I interrupt my dreams. I've always been frustrated how come I never dream of anything. Of course I do, just as anyone else does, it's just that usually by the time you get your lazy ass out of bed at 8 or 9 you forget everything your imagination was able to produce during the night. The best thing to remember your dreams is to write them down (or to draw them or just simply tell them into the audio recorder) the minute you wake up. By every passing minute you lose important details of the story.
One morning I woke up before my phone rang, because I had a nightmare. Or did I? I immediately wrote down everything I remembered, and I'm not going to explain all the details because it's stupid, but just the point of the story.
Me and my girlfriend were trying to find each other in the small alleys of Melbourne. She explained to me over the phone in which bar she was. I got there by taking a shortcut through some kind of a warehouse, noticing security cameras that were watching me. The bar had a huge orange spongy tree in the middle. It was a round shape and it had a texture that felt a bit like the inside of a mushroom. Anyways, we climbed on and waited for a waiter. Meanwhile there was a black security guy passing by, checking all the visitors. When he saw me he ordered me to sit up straight. He climbed up to me and wanted to perform some chiropractic moves on me. Knowing that an awkward move could have serious consequences I had many doubts. He just ordered me to calm down and began popping my spine. There was a first pop, but he wanted more. There was the second slighter pop, but he said that still wasn't enough. I knew that if he did a wrong move I could die immediately. And after the third, the biggest pop, I surely did! Everything went black, very loud hard rock music started to play and the end credits began to roll. The deep voice (like a voice-over in films) welcomed me. I was paranoied and I was hoping that I was dreaming. After two or three desperate tries to wake up, I finally did.
I checked the meaning of dreaming of your own death, and in most cases it is a good thing. A sign of big change in one's life, a sign of leaving some old garbage behind. Here's a quote from dreammoods.com:
To dream that you die in your dream symbolizes inner changes, transformation, self-discovery and positive development that is happening within you or your life. You are undergoing a transitional phase and are becoming more enlightened or spiritual. Although such a dream may bring about feelings of fear and anxiety, it is no cause for alarm as it is often considered a positive symbol. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for you. You are moving on to new beginnings and leaving the past behind. These changes does not necessarily imply a negative turn of events. Metaphorically, dying can be seen as an end or a termination to your old ways and habits. So, dying does not always mean a physical death, but an ending of something. If you dream that someone is telling you that you are going die, then it implies that you are being pressured to make an important change or choice. You are about to embark on some new life adventure.
That is exactly what is going on with me. I came to Melbourne to find new life, and to find hope for my greatest love of them all - filmmaking.
One morning I woke up before my phone rang, because I had a nightmare. Or did I? I immediately wrote down everything I remembered, and I'm not going to explain all the details because it's stupid, but just the point of the story.
Me and my girlfriend were trying to find each other in the small alleys of Melbourne. She explained to me over the phone in which bar she was. I got there by taking a shortcut through some kind of a warehouse, noticing security cameras that were watching me. The bar had a huge orange spongy tree in the middle. It was a round shape and it had a texture that felt a bit like the inside of a mushroom. Anyways, we climbed on and waited for a waiter. Meanwhile there was a black security guy passing by, checking all the visitors. When he saw me he ordered me to sit up straight. He climbed up to me and wanted to perform some chiropractic moves on me. Knowing that an awkward move could have serious consequences I had many doubts. He just ordered me to calm down and began popping my spine. There was a first pop, but he wanted more. There was the second slighter pop, but he said that still wasn't enough. I knew that if he did a wrong move I could die immediately. And after the third, the biggest pop, I surely did! Everything went black, very loud hard rock music started to play and the end credits began to roll. The deep voice (like a voice-over in films) welcomed me. I was paranoied and I was hoping that I was dreaming. After two or three desperate tries to wake up, I finally did.
I checked the meaning of dreaming of your own death, and in most cases it is a good thing. A sign of big change in one's life, a sign of leaving some old garbage behind. Here's a quote from dreammoods.com:
To dream that you die in your dream symbolizes inner changes, transformation, self-discovery and positive development that is happening within you or your life. You are undergoing a transitional phase and are becoming more enlightened or spiritual. Although such a dream may bring about feelings of fear and anxiety, it is no cause for alarm as it is often considered a positive symbol. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for you. You are moving on to new beginnings and leaving the past behind. These changes does not necessarily imply a negative turn of events. Metaphorically, dying can be seen as an end or a termination to your old ways and habits. So, dying does not always mean a physical death, but an ending of something. If you dream that someone is telling you that you are going die, then it implies that you are being pressured to make an important change or choice. You are about to embark on some new life adventure.
That is exactly what is going on with me. I came to Melbourne to find new life, and to find hope for my greatest love of them all - filmmaking.