Okay. This is my first time posting anything on any type of forum so be nice ; and forgive my grammar, and the long summery of everything.
I am a natural lucid dreamer, and it has always thrown me off that others are not. Since my earliest memories of dreams, I have had complete control. My nightmares ceased too exist when I was about 7, because everything that was horrifying no longer frightened me, because I knew I had the power to wake myself up at anytime or change the circumstance. As I grew up I realized I did not need to wake my self up, because I have the power to manipulate my dreams to whatever I see fit. This is all besides the point.. The reason I am posting this, is because I have a question about something in one of my dreams that I can not determine what it means too me. So I am asking to see if it means anything to anyone else.
Before I describe the dream; I will have to tell about another dream I had, To make It relevant. More or less, The first dream that's relevant happened in a time when I was having a pre-midlife crisis. I quit my job(decided I would never show up again), packed everything I could into my mustang; And drove off into the sunset. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I felt my calling; and I wasn't going to stop till I found It. As I was driving threw Montana, the feeling or calling I felt vanished. I knew I did not need to go west anymore, and I knew I didn't need to go back the way I came; and I began to wonder what the hell I was doing out here, but I wasn't going back. So I started to drive south. Then I found this place in Montana, Medicine Rocks State Park. I knew this is where I had been called too instantly. I read the history on the place and It made so much sense to me. At this point I had already spent my last dime, and hadn't eaten anything in days(all money went to into gas). Whether I realized it or not I had been fasting. The Native Americans had said this is a place of big medicine, and that the rocks gave off healing auras; and since my arrival I knew this was a mystical place. I had then searched, and found my rocks, and atop them is where I found the place I knew was the spot I was searching for. I will skip all the details, but I summoned the spirits of that place. I had asked them too "Help guide me in my hunt, to find that which I seek." They did not give me the answers I was looking for; but that night they spoke too me threw my dreams. I became conscious in my dream in mid sentence, which has never happened to me before. I do not remember what was being talked about before this point. I named this post Waking Life because I was talking to a person in the movie; Only it wasn't animated, It was as real as life. I was talking to the guy who tells you it doesn't matter how many crayons life gives you, Its what you do with the crayons that matters. So I awoke in my dream sitting in Medicine Rocks, at the picknik table in my campsite; And I was talking to him in mid conversation saying, "But I don't want to draw with the Yellow Crayon". He told me, "Good, You don't have too; That's the beauty of individuality, only you can decide." I then woke up. The shortest dream I had ever had, and It has been one of the few I can not completely comprehend. The dream had meant a lot to me in many ways. Until I had this last dream; I didn't realize however short it was, I was not grasping all of the meanings in it..
My last dream was a dream that was almost entirely deja vu, of things that happened in life. I was sitting, talking with two of my closest friends; and it was almost completely normal. Except that her 3 year old niece kept telling me over and over, no matter how many times I tried to explain it in different ways I just don't want too; She would not let it go. Saying, " I need to draw with the yellow crayon, I must draw with the yellow crayon." Over and over; Basically beating it into my head I need to draw with the yellow crayon.
It has really thrown my mind threw a loop. I think about everything way too much; and I cannot even begin to give my self a simple, or theoretical idea of what this means to me. So I am asking, "From what I've told you; Does anyone one have any idea what the yellow crayon might be about?"
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