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I had a dream today that was mostly colored in dark colors although it wasn't a depressing dream by any means. I'm still remembering and forgetting details, especially since I may have had two dreams that were rather similar with that same dark atmosphere and included the same main person, we'll call him NI. Often I will wake up after a dream and try to remember as much as I can within a very short span of time that won't cause me difficulty to fall back asleep. So when I do that, sometimes my mind wanders and creates other details and/or I just end up having another dream that feels like it blends with the other in some way. The worst, that I have difficulty distinguishing, is when I've been drinking and I try to process things before I go to sleep and when I wake up the next day I can't fully separate dreams from the events of the night before. This tends to happen because my dreams at those times often take an event from the night and extend it, such as conversations with particular people, etc.

Back to the dream. It was a very large, dark old building out in a very forestry and somewhat isolated location. The building's perimeter wasn't too large, but it was quite tall...almost like a clock tower. Which seemed unnecessary because I don't even know if there was anything going on in the building beyond the main floor and basement. The dream itself was just all dark colors...everything was black and browns, except for people and some items of course. But that was the main theme. So the main floor was open empty space, I don't remember much of it, but we just went there to use the old elevator, that was similar to a cage, to go down into the basement. I was there with my parents. I don't know if anyone else I knew or was related to was there, but my parents for sure. Interestingly, they were still married, but definitely seemed like an past version of them. They were from the past when they were happy, and my mom looked much younger anyways. I think I was the same age as I currently am, although I have no idea what I looked like. Oddly enough, the basement was a Goodwill, or some sort of thrift store [inspired by the many conversations I had about the place with my friend last night]. My parents were looking around, my dad needed something. A gun, and bullets? My friend NI was meeting us there, meeting my parents, and providing some sort of expert help for whatever my dad was looking for. He was there to make sure my dad makes a good choice, and doesn't get screwed over by any means.
We got there prior to NI arriving, so I was mostly walking around eagerly awaiting his presence [something I actually do in my waking life]. I even went back up to the main floor and possibly outside the building...I'm unsure. But at one point I went back to the basement and saw my mom and NI. I don't know how, if I ever showed him a picture, but he knew exactly who she was. They had already introduced each other, and were just laughing and looking around. We may have then just talked or done whatever. At some point NI and I were alone at some shelf and I was talking to him about the objective with my dad, as I already mentioned, of him finding whatever and not getting screwed over. I don't actually know if at that moment I was looking at bullets or if I imagined them in my mind while talking about them in the dream. That's always an interesting aspect of my mind and in my dreams, but that's another discussion.

Now as the details are falling out of my mind, I believe he did eventually meet my dad although I don't remember anything about it. Next I remember was being outside and seeing and talking to my cousin. However, I'm not certain if this is now part of the second dream or the first. But I will continue with the little I remember of the second dream for now. It was an incredibly similar, if not exact location, but the building was supposed to be a school. It was shaped and sized differently and there may have been some fencing and other various walkways. It still shared that darkness, even nature outside was very dark. As if we were in a place that hardly gets sunlight during the year.
I was sneaking into and around the school for some unknown reason. I did have a dagger on me, in a black sheath. I was in the school at some point, did something, snuck back out, and was going back in normally as everyone else did. There was some sort of security to get in, so I took my dagger and threw it under/near the sidewalk behind a small building near the school. I walked past it a couple times and wished that I got the dagger further underneath the sidewalk, but it was still there and no one noticed it. I may have made it into the school, but I don't remember much beyond that. I do remember seeing NI again, but it was in a very large, again dark, bedroom. I was on the opposite end of the room, sitting in a seat in the corner. Not sure if anyone else was sitting with me or what I was doing there or even if they knew I was there. NI was with a woman and he needed to get undressed for some purpose I don't know. It may have been sexual but I really don't know. I just remember that I actually couldn't see his body or his face, just the back of him, and that was it.

The darkness of these dreams is what I find most intriquing, especially since they weren't gloomy dreams. Also interesting is the presence of weapons. Hmm.

To dream that you are carrying a knife, signifies anger, aggression and/or separation. There may be something in your life that you need to cut out and get rid of. Perhaps you need to cut ties or sever some relationship. Be more divisive. Alternatively, a knife refers to some sexual tension or sexual confrontation.

I will take the time to somewhat describe some other dreams I've had recently.

First of all, a few weeks ago, I had a dream that I was driving around in my car and the brakes weren't working properly. I had to press down really hard and for a long time til I could get my car to stop. It was like I was sliding around because they weren't working. I've had a similar dream before, especially since my Volvo had brake problems all the time which stressed me out.
To dream that your brakes fail, forewarns that you lack stability in your life. Now is not the time to take risks. Your life is out of control and you need to make some significant changes. It may also not a bad idea to check out the brakes in your car, as you mind might have picked up subtle cues and is manifesting the problem in your dream.

The one I had yesterday that I made a little note about, was interesting and kind of funny...to me. Well it involved me and a girl, who I had a date with not too long ago, getting it on. I don't remember anything prior to that, if there even was anything else. But I must say, all this was inspired by the film I watched before I went asleep. Chloe, I will describe it at more depth in my film review post, but it did include a lesbian sex scene. Naturally, it's hot. Naturally, I've been wondering how the girl has been doing lately. So all this got combined in my dream. We were on a bed, in an actually very colorful place. I actually don't know what the rest of the room looked like, but the bed was part of the wall...like an extended windowsill, with a mattress put on it. It's actually similar to a couple booths at the hookah place I work at. There were colorful tapestries hanging as curtains around the bed, colorful blankets, and bright lighting. We were both fully clothed during the entire dream. She looked different, although I knew who she was. If I remember correctly, most of the sexual attention was focused on me. I was enjoying myself quite a bit, but then she randomly stopped. We couldn't go further. She didn't even speak a word of it. In my mind I was thinking, maybe she was on her period and didn't want to continue, which that still didn't make sense but that's all I could think of. I didn't speak a word either. The funny part was that in my mind all I was thinking was that I really wanted to come, so it was frustrating. Then I woke up.

And you're not seeing things, the title is in Arabic. My kind of tribute to the Egyptian language I've been surrounded by this weekend.