What are Croatia dreams about?

Tonight I dreamed that I went fishing. I used to fishing both in Norway and Croatia, and this dream kinda combined all these experiences into one. Almost every element took some inspiration from it.

I was with some guy (a friend or someone I got to know) who helped me along and gave me a few tips. He said something along the lines of: "It's really easy in these waters. There's lots of fish. Cast your rod once and almost guaranteed to catch something."

After the first try I did in fact have a pike on the line, or what looked like a pike. I almost had it out of the water when I suddenly felt sorry for it, which was an odd feeling, since I never had any qualms about killing and gutting fish. It somehow got loose from the hook and I cast it again. This time there was a much bigger fish which was so strong that I had trouble holding on to the fishing rod. When it came out of the water it wasn't a fish but a huge anthropomorphic creature three times my size.

The guy said: "Oh, that's not a fish, that's a goblin \[or "Kobold" in my language\]." Then he said something like "Not sure if you should really catch one of these." I was a bit shocked and also wondered how I would get that thing out let alone gut and cook it. Then the line snapped and it dove back under. I was a little disappointed but also relieved I didn't have to deal with it.

Then I had a weird afterthought about fishing lines: 'Aren't they supposed to hold whatever is on the other hand? How can they snap? It's nylon, it's supposed to be sturdy. But I suppose under heavy strain, their structure can unravel' and I tried to imagine the composition of the molecules and how they untangle and get ripped apart.

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After I woke up I sat on the terrace and I thought about the dream. I never dreamed about fish before, not as far as I can remember. It was a very weird feeling and I thought about what it could mean.

I let the thought sit for a bit, and after a minute the answer suddenly popped into my head:

Some things are better left alone.

Off the top of my head I could have thought of a dozen things in my life that could apply to right now. But I went along with the lesson and left it alone. It felt right, and somehow satisfying. I'm not sure whether the lesson will ever come back to me or be useful, but it was overall a very good and insightful dream and made me feel positive and relaxed.

In real life, I was feeling kind of tired and unmotivated, maybe because I used coffee for two days and didn't use any today. So, I decided to take a nap.

In the dream I felt similar, but was in a different room. I took a [plasma globe](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plasma_globe) and laid on the ground while holding it to my chest. (In real life those have a changing multi-coloured display from high voltage passing through the special gas mixture inside, and you can alter the display using your hands and fingers.) In the dream I knew how you were supposed to use a plasma globe, and felt a bit concerned about holding it to my chest, thinking my mother might criticize that for being unhealthy or risky. There was only a dull and almost uniform and uninteresting glow inside, and in the dream I thought that was because of how I was holding it. Then I tried making sparks by approaching metal handles of nearby drawers with a finger.

With the first drawer handle, I could make long thick multicoloured streamers, up to the length of my hand. (This is not possible in reality, because those effects only happen with a special gas mixture in the plasma globe. In reality the best you could do is shoot ordinary sparks using a Tesla coil.) I enjoyed watching those streamers, and though about recording them using my camera or phone, and sharing them online. I didn't want to simply hold the camera or phone because I was worried the high voltage would damage them, so I would have to get up from the floor and set up the camera for recording it. I didn't feel like doing that.

Then I moved on to a closer drawer handle. Every time I approached it and the electricity started flowing between me and it, there was a fractal explosion, involving all kinds of complicated intricate shapes. I kept doing this and seeing these fractal explosions, and after a few times I was overflowing with happiness and laughing. I was just in the moment doing that, and not thinking about recording it. Both in the dream and afterwards in reality, this reminded me of tripping on psychedelics, though even while tripping in reality, that level of happiness only happened during my first few mushroom trips. I wasn't tripping in the dream.

That part of the dream ended, and I was in a supermarket in Croatia. I had come to Croatia with my mother maybe a few weeks ago, and I was reflecting on how we used to be happy for a short time when we first started eating Croatian foods, but weren't happy anymore.

After I woke up, the most striking thing was how I've practically never been as happy in real life as when I was making those fractal explosions in the dream. I'm not sure I was ever that happy sober, and on drugs, probably only during my first few mushroom trips. I'm glad that the dream allowed me to experience that level of happiness.

Another thought is the contrast between the first drawer handle, where I simply enjoyed it and wanted to record it to share online, and the second drawer handle, where I was so happy.

It's also interesting seeing the bridge between happiness and more mundane reality in memories of how I used to be happy in Croatia. Actually, in reality, I probably was that happy more often long ago, during early childhood in Croatia. Right now my mother is very unhappy, and making it hard for me to be happy. We live in Canada and moving here made both of us much less happy.

Afterwards, I felt like writing this down was more important than playing with my plasma globe in reality. It would probably seem unimpressive compared to what happened in the dream. The dream might inspire me to buy some Croatian food in Canada.

I am in a house, it's meant to be mine but I dônt recognise it.

It was built after a game of the Sims that I played.

There are children in a room.

I open the main door from the inside of the house and it opens up on the street.

I let a few people come in.

But there is one man, with glasses and dark hair. He's barechested and got hair on his chest.
He is drunk.

He barges in and looks for his children.

I get angry so I decide to take him by the skin of the neck and throw him out of the house onto the road.

I get disapproval looks from people.in the street and including from my nan, standing next to me.

She tells me " it's not very kind what you did" and judges me with her eyes.

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Analysis : that's the second time I had a dream with my nan in it. She died in April. The day after the cremation,I dreamt that she appeared in her house and said that my grandfather (so her late husband) used to get angry a lot.

This time in that dream I just had, she said it's not very nice what I did because I got angry after a drunk man barged in my house.

I see one explanation to this : she's telling me to quit drinking and being angry.

I only drink on Fridays and Saturdays because I'm f'd up and I've got no fucking logic but also because I think it feels more rewarding drinking at the weekend. Except on holidays like this week in Croatia where I pretty much drank everyday.

It's also strange seeing my nan telling me I did something wrong. She was neutral all her life, she wouldn't judge anyone for their choices. She was the rock we could cling onto despite our differences.

I'm sorry it looks like a lot to read but I had a lot to share.

Thank you for reading.

In the dream I was a little boy and I wasn't taking anything too seriously. I remember the Croatians winning, and Hungary was somehow monitoring things and making sure things were fair (at least I thought it was Hungary, it was some eastern European nation).

After the war I remember being granted access to this cool big water slide for free, since the park was emptying out. After that I entered this splash zone and saw a breakfast bar, and a lifeguard told me I could have seven bowls of cereal. Around this point, I was an adult. Suddenly, using a megaphone, she points out that my penis is hanging out of my boxers. I look down, embarrassed but also enraged that she had to point this out to everyone. Upset, I swam away and left the water park.

Weirdly enough, when I woke up I discovered that there was an [actual war between Croatia and Serbia](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Croatian_War_of_Independence), with Croatia winning. I always knew there wars in the Balkans, just not this specific war.

What do you think it means?

Few days ago, I had a dream about two birds. Reddit user explained the meaning of it. At first, It didn't make sense, but it was a warning dream. It completely makes sense now of what he said.

Yesterday, I dreamt about running from multiple tornados that were coming my way. Wherever I go tornados kept coming towards me. Today, I was sitting in a coffee bar, opened my FB on my phone and the first thing I saw "7 tornados in Italy". Really fascinating thing is that my neighbour country is Italy ( I'm from Croatia ), and today I started learning Italian. I'm really gonna freak out if this continues.