ms_manic_minxx: "Jung viewed the animus as being more complex than the anima, postulating that women have a host of animus images while the male anima consists only of one dominant image."

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Dam, it happened again last night. Same exact girl. This time I was really broken up about it.
I had a very vivid dream of me going to see her at work. We talked and held hands. When I was leaving her work I remember we were planning when to see each other next. This dream was much more vivid. When I woke up I wanted to go back so I went back to sleep. I ended up having a different dream. Man, I really gotta find this chick!

You have some intruiging dreams miss minx.

You know how to play the nexus crowd....raaaarrrr

Yea i met her last night. What a coincidence lol.

btw she was a blonde

I do see the same female image now and again--saw her again last night--but to me, she feels like a manifestation of goddess. Nurturing, mothering, loving, definitely beautiful. She always takes care of me, does adjustments on my body/mind, and calms me down.

I have yet to see a manifestation of the ideal masculine energy, though.

I woke up this morning to a rapping on my door, and leapt out of bed, thinking, "HE'S HERE!!!" I rushed to my door and was so disappointed to see... it was only the postman. No basically naked gorgeous dudes smelling of oranges and riding hypnotoads in sight. Maybe I will make a comic strip.

God, I've had this happen before. The most recent one I can remember, I was dreaming I was at a fair or theme park type place and I somehow came in contact with the perfect girl. Her attitude was perfect and she was like an angel; I couldn't believe someone so perfect could exist. Every single thing she did just made me melt completely and when I woke up still being happy from the whole thing, I realized it wasn't real and I was pretty sad =(

Yeah, that can´t be me. I always dress properly when i ride my toad.

One must wear proper protection when riding toads. Especially with the Alvarius variety!

I don't have a toad or fig leaves, but I will pull up in a tricycle with a small trailer attached to the back to carry you off while wearing a cardigan.



I need not such gimmicks.

I think I just met him... the Animus... in my dreams. During a LAZY NAP from 5pm-8pm, no less.

For some reason, I dreamed I was doing everything naked, visiting friends at parties, making phone calls (to really important and influential people in my life), going to work and making food... no one seemed to notice, except for a random cute blonde guy at home in my kitchen (he was holding a knife... umm??). He looked at me, and there was no judgment, no arousal, no crazy reaction, just a simple, detached, respectful acknowledgment, and he said, "Cool."

COOL!

I like to eat mushrooms and chill at the beach naked..or in my room..whatever. I once skimboarded naked..I wont do that again though..its not too fun once you fall.

Gallivanting down old-city streets, Psychedelic Prince Charming arrived on his trusty, enormous, Bufo Alvarius toad. "Whoa, there, Strassman!" he called, dismounting from the toad and giving his entheogenic animal friend a gentle pat on the head.

Busy with work, I glanced briefly over the counter, and was so overwhelmed with the sight I beheld, I nearly ran my fingers through a centrifugal juicer set to high speed: just beyond the window stood a tall, ripped, gorgeous man, clothed only in fig leaves. My third eye quivered.

Psychedelic Prince Charming opened the door, and as he stepped inside, all the other women at the juice bar immediately fainted in a swoon. He silently approached me, bold eyes boring into my soul and glittering like supernovae. One hand clasped a clever lasso spun from sweetgrass; he whipped the lasso across the juice bar without warning, and suddenly my arms were bound.

Intoxicated by the fragrance of the sweetgrass, I failed to complain as he blindfolded me, threw me over his shoulder, and saddled me to the giant toad waiting patiently outside.

"Giddyap, Strassman!" The toad bounded away, and I had no idea where we were going.

Finally, I was dismounted and unblindfolded; I found myself in the most spectacular forest. Sunlight filtered through the arms of ancient trees and made the dragonflies glisten. A stream of water sang a sweet serenade.

I watched with astonishment as Psychedelic Prince Charming revealed a vaporizer, loaded with a single, symmetrical, 100mg crystal of pure, white, n,n-dmt. "I'm very sorry, this one didn't grow quite as large as the others," he confessed with a blush.

He fearlessly melted the crystal, and inhaled all 100mg of vapor in one perfect, single hit. He abruptly learned forward, and shotgunned me 50mg with a sultry french kiss.

We were off...!

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Do daydreams count?

I have these dreams, and I used to get depressed over them, but now I just enjoy it for what it is. We all fall back into one once this life ends anyway.

Exactly that, which is why I thought I should share and hopefully someone would have a laugh.

I ENTERTAINED MYSELF!! For a good... five minutes.

Who says this isn't all a dream right now, anyway? :idea:

Row row row your boat gently down the stream merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream.

last year I was laying in my bed next to my girlfriend just chilling out watching cartoons smoking some ganja as per our usual custom, all mi familia were around being amazing doing how they do and I turned to look at her, and wow! this intense deja vu overcame me! I immediately flashed back to a dream a had several years before, one of those dream girl dreams like the OP speaks of where I was so happy to be there with her and so in love and all that. I remembered that in the dream I couldn't make out her face for the life of me, flash forward to my bed and it was all so obvious and clear that it was her and couldn't have been anyone else (or could it have been?) In the back of my mind I realized I had seen my future in that dream, but the person laying next to me hadn't yet been decided which is why I couldn't make out her face, only because of the actions I took and the people I met did this future person turn out to be the one laying next to me at this moment. Trippy!

I find it interesting that Livingstrategy mentioned meeting this girl in "a theme park type place" I've discovered that many of us dreamers visit this city that has what seems to be an old carnival down by the docks, it's very interesting, I've seen so many people discuss going to this same place. It's especially common on lucid dreaming forums, but that's another thread. What interested me was that he met his perfect girl walking through this place, which is where I meet the one I'd call my dream girl as well and we hold hands and walk through this place. This one I do see her face and the feelings he describes match mine to the T, word for word it's as if he's describing my dream. That just jumped out at me and made me wonder if there is a common theme happening here and what its all about.

Aren't dreams neat! ok I'll stop rambling on now.

All glory to the Strassman toad!

Dreams are awesome. I'm thinking of trying silene capensis. It apparently permanently changes your dreams in a good way.

Last night I had such a dream, although we were both trapped inside of an underwater glass bubble and had to build a submarine from clockwork in order to escape... (not making this up)
Then I awoke, remembered the dream with longing and for once realized hey! She's real! And there's actually some romance in the works! Dreamworld FTW!

I was kind of disappointed that my clockwork submarine wasn't around, though, and that I don't actually have the skills to build such a thing. Oh, well.