What are reading dreams about?

I will not tell the entirety of the dream. because most of it had no correlation, I know that.

It was just tests and reality checks, telling me to get my shit together since I'm a grown ass man who can control his ownself.

Now, I will mention an irl fact, I have a problem. I am parasitic. Whether you believe it or don't believe it, it matters little to me.
I can feel pains in my heart, things entering and moving around in my heart. It feels as if things are there, tugging and just moving. A stinging, sometimes.

Thats just to provide context.

Now onto the part of the dream I haven't been able to clearly decipher.

A book opened, and there was a kind of children's fairytale theme to it. There was a picture of a flat 2D grassfield, with the Sun in the sky and grass on the ground. On the ground laid a heart, my heart, I knew that right away. Perfect looking, rhythmically beating soundly.

Then, the Sun fell and the Moon rose. The once perfect heart that laid there was now black and battered. There were holes in it, and a green acidic looking ooze flooding from out of it. It's rhythm was all off, beating faster than its supposed to.

And then, The Sun rose again, and all was normal.
Until it fell again, then the black heart appeared once again.

There were 5 days of light, and 4 nights. The fifth day, a black bird flew in and grabbed my heart by it's beak and descended into the earth, dropping my heart into a lake of fire.

I woke up shortly after, and my heart was beating faster than usual. The Sun hadn't rose yet, but it was still morning.

One detail I forgot to mention, was that the word AVACADO was on The Sun on the fifth day before the bird grabbed my heart. I dont eat, or talk about Avacadoes.

Even writing this now, at night, I can feel my heart aching, beating irrhythmically, feeling ill.

A day passed and at night I prayed and asked what that dream was meant to show me.

I went through a test of some sort, overcoming something I would usually succumb to, and everything went pitch black.

In white letters, the message appeared.

"Learn to book, Troubled One.

Learn to book, quickly.

Learn to book."

Another day has passed, and it is now night.

I don't know what I wanted coming here. Maybe I just wanted to tell someone, get over my loneliness or ask for help. I'm scared but I feel like I shouldn't be.

Oh, something to note, I talk to the Sun for comfort. I call it Mr.Sun, and ask it to carry my prayers and messages to the Lord and Jesus. It's just something I do. I dont know if that carries any meaning, but yeah.

It started with me at a crossroad, I tried to make cars collapse using telekinesis after finding out I was dreaming. Nothing worked. The strangest thing was that I could use my imagination, visualize things in my head, and then come back to the dream. That's how "stable" it was.

At one point, I encountered a man who wore a black jacket, and had thin black hair. He told me this dream was real.

I sighted heavily. "This can't be real!", I let out.

"Oh really? Well how about I prove it to you?" the man said with a grin.

"I will translate any given word or sentence to French, I assume you don't know any French... You can check Google Translate to see if it's correct when you wake up.", the man added.

I started thinking. What could be a real good torture test here?

"Hmm, I have been to France many times..." I said. "I'm afraid I might've subconsciously seen the word, and it's translation already."

And then I had a grand idea: "What if I translate a sentence that I never had to use IRL in France?!", I thought.

"Ok...", I turned to the man with a smirk. "Translate: I am dreaming".

The man said something back with a French accent. I don't remember the exact word anymore as I really didn't know how to write it. But it was really short.

"Wait that short? There's no way that's the French translation."

"Oh, I'm sure it is, you can check later when you wake up."

"Can you say it again? I really want to remember it clearly..."

The man said it again, it was once again audible but impossible to write down in letters for someone that doesn't speak French (and perhaps dreaming might have something to do with it).

"I'm afraid I can't remember that too clearly", I said, worried but at the same time not willing to let this chance go.

"Just type the English sentence in Google Translate and see if it sounds the same, that should be enough.", the man said very confidently.

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After I woke up, you can already imagine the first thing I did. I opened Google Translate (https://translate.google.nl/?sl=en&tl=fr&text=I%20am%20dreaming&op=translate) immediately after waking up as to avoid forgetting any more than I had to. And indeed the translated sentence sounded exactly the same. Creepy...

Hello all!
About 2 weeks ago I had a very existential lucid nightmare that I can’t get out of my head. It’s to the point where it has been effecting my waking life. I need some outside help making sense of what it could mean.

For context, I have existential issues involving what my purpose in life is or even if I am supposed to exist at all.

So it began in a sort of black void with a warm colored aurora in the sky. Directly in front of me there is a hooded man with his left eye missing that looks like an older grizzled version of me. Same look, voice, eye color, scar on our upper lip, everything. He is looking into a circular stone fountain looking thing with a bonfire positioned on a raised platform in the middle.

Around him in every direction as far as I could see were hundreds of thousands of gravestones. All of them had a vague “endings” written on them. (For example, “The Swiss Ending”, “The Atomic Ending”, “The Fantastical Ending”, etc.) Some were filled in while most had empty holes in front of them.

I approached the man in the middle and politely asked who he is and where I was. He simply responded with this,
“You know where we are, this is where we all go to die. Now find your grave, I’ll help you out when you get there.”
I responded with,
“My apologies, pal, I’m not dead yet. Who did you say you were again?”
“Does it matter? We’re all the same here anyway.”
That is when it occurred to me. All these graves were for different versions of me. From different realities or universes I don’t know. I was fairly certain I wasn’t dead and this was all just a bad dream so I decided to explore and possibly see which gravestone in this labyrinthine graveyard was mine.

As I walked, I started to feel a tug from my chest, like my heart was being pulled in a certain direction. I followed the pull for what seemed like ages. Eventually the graves just stopped except for this one gravestone sitting alone just outside of where the rest of them lay. As I approached my soul felt like it was it was sitting next to a cozy fireplace, so I had the feeling that this grave was mine.

I eventually got close enough to read it had it not been for the dust and debris that covered it. It looked old and dilapidated yet it still had an open plot in front of it. I brushed off the dirt covering the gravestone and what I read chilled me to my soul.
“The Bad Ending”

The old man came from beside me.
“What an unfortunate soul this one. Feel real bad for him, you know?”
“I think that’s me.”
“What? No, it couldn’t, he’s not-“
He looked at me, his face grew grim.
“Oh shit, you’re not supposed to be here yet!”
He then grabbed my face and I felt my brain shock like it had just been struck by Thor himself.

Then I woke up. Sweating, crying, and white-knuckled. It’s absolutely fucked with my mind ever since.

So some people are going to read this and think I’m crazy, it’s fine though because I’m not sure if I am at this point. I was only asleep for a few hours but my dream lasted for years. I had a life and I fell in love. I’m trying to find him if he’s even real. Unfortunately the dream world was a bit different to this world and was dangerous and he died in it. He wasn’t just my sole mate he was my best friend and we fought together, taking on every challenge that the world threw at us. There was a group of us surviving, a few people I work with were there as well as some people I didn’t know prior to the dream, him and his brother. By the end of the dream I’d lost and mourned him, there were only a few of us left including his brother.

It wasn’t a nightmare, it was the best years of my life somehow and they never even happened. I remember them as memories rather than a dream, it feels like they really happened. I’m just hoping that maybe this is a second chance to find him and maybe I can save him this time. If he’s even real. I mourned his death once, if there’s any chance I can find him in this world I’ll take it. No matter how low the odds because that’s what you do when you’re in love and he’s my love.

Find me at…

[www.dreamstarinstitute.com](http://www.dreamstarinstitute.com/). DreamStar Institute, where I have posted my writings and videos on dream theory, lucid dreaming and dream analysis, and where I have a program of study hosted on a separate Moodle partition, leading to certification.

[www.onlinecounselinggroups.net](http://www.onlinecounselinggroups.net/), DreamStar Free Online Counseling, where you can receive individual dreamwork-assisted therapy, or join an online dream sharing group, run by graduate students I supervise. (Free, but donation appreciated)

[www.drscottsparrow.com](http://www.drscottsparrow.com/), Gregory Scott Sparrow, EdD, LPC-S, LMFT, my private practice website, telehealth via Zoom.