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6/12/2025, 9:25:27 AM
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>I was observing the scene as an outsider.
You mean, like, 3rd-person?
I have dreams like these, and I think it’s because I watch a lot of movies—vantage point is usually a floaty thing on-screen.
I’m so sure it’s filmic because my dreams literally have editing in them (formalist reveals and whatnot), but we’re focusing on you here.
The ocean and the storm are expansive and undulating; the “building” (school?) is constrictive and solid.
You said it went rock --> scaffold --> building, almost like marrow --> bone --> flesh
^Just like your nested dream, there are layers to the school’s architecture, as well to the social hierarchy—there wasn’t any axiom to listen to the sea-voice, but all must “listen to teacher.”
Whether a highschool, a university, or an ancestor-echo of a primitive cave, your hallways—did you get the sense it was still night from the ocean scene?
I’ve had similar dreams of dread when I’m in school, only it’s when the school’s closed or it’s night-time; you said the dream started at night, so maybe this was night-school.
I’m saying that the fear you had could have been from being in a place you only ever inhabit during the day—which is why your nested dream of daylight was so comforting.
>Nothing could be discerned as to its purpose, but I felt it was evil.
I’m going to get poetic here and rush just so I bump the thread before page 10, but in addition to your brain just working as it should—dreams being a safe-space for training your brain on fear—maybe, like the cresting and troughing waves of the ocean, every locus “oscillates” over time.
I don’t believe in positive or negative “energies” or any of that, but maybe your or my unconscious minds do…
Maybe places that are inherently “good” during the day have to be equally and oppositely “evil” during some other time, e.g. night.
Another possibility is that fright and terror magnify themselves amidst silence—you didn’t panic on the ocean, even though eveyone else around you was scared, yet you were intensely stressed in the building, while everyone else seemed “indifferent.”
There’s this well-known fact about folks being unable to last in anechoic chambers for more than a few minutes; we’ve had thousands of years to get used to storms and waves and nature’s roars, yet maybe a few generations to learn how to be okay with the quiet.
Again, this return to the nested dream’s grass is a return to an ideal nature-setting, a locus amoenus.
> paced through its hallways slowly and deliberately, feeling the sting of fear consciously.
Just imagining myself in your shoes: Walking without a destination or purpose would be very anxiety inducing—at least with the ocean you have the promise of the “shore,” but these corridors and hallways are against nature; they could go on forever, or in circles, or in directions you can’t fathom.
>I was observing the scene as an outsider.
You mean, like, 3rd-person?
I have dreams like these, and I think it’s because I watch a lot of movies—vantage point is usually a floaty thing on-screen.
I’m so sure it’s filmic because my dreams literally have editing in them (formalist reveals and whatnot), but we’re focusing on you here.
The ocean and the storm are expansive and undulating; the “building” (school?) is constrictive and solid.
You said it went rock --> scaffold --> building, almost like marrow --> bone --> flesh
^Just like your nested dream, there are layers to the school’s architecture, as well to the social hierarchy—there wasn’t any axiom to listen to the sea-voice, but all must “listen to teacher.”
Whether a highschool, a university, or an ancestor-echo of a primitive cave, your hallways—did you get the sense it was still night from the ocean scene?
I’ve had similar dreams of dread when I’m in school, only it’s when the school’s closed or it’s night-time; you said the dream started at night, so maybe this was night-school.
I’m saying that the fear you had could have been from being in a place you only ever inhabit during the day—which is why your nested dream of daylight was so comforting.
>Nothing could be discerned as to its purpose, but I felt it was evil.
I’m going to get poetic here and rush just so I bump the thread before page 10, but in addition to your brain just working as it should—dreams being a safe-space for training your brain on fear—maybe, like the cresting and troughing waves of the ocean, every locus “oscillates” over time.
I don’t believe in positive or negative “energies” or any of that, but maybe your or my unconscious minds do…
Maybe places that are inherently “good” during the day have to be equally and oppositely “evil” during some other time, e.g. night.
Another possibility is that fright and terror magnify themselves amidst silence—you didn’t panic on the ocean, even though eveyone else around you was scared, yet you were intensely stressed in the building, while everyone else seemed “indifferent.”
There’s this well-known fact about folks being unable to last in anechoic chambers for more than a few minutes; we’ve had thousands of years to get used to storms and waves and nature’s roars, yet maybe a few generations to learn how to be okay with the quiet.
Again, this return to the nested dream’s grass is a return to an ideal nature-setting, a locus amoenus.
> paced through its hallways slowly and deliberately, feeling the sting of fear consciously.
Just imagining myself in your shoes: Walking without a destination or purpose would be very anxiety inducing—at least with the ocean you have the promise of the “shore,” but these corridors and hallways are against nature; they could go on forever, or in circles, or in directions you can’t fathom.
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