Not really , even she differentiate me or her sons I don't realise it. And I never think like this for her. I am afraid that may be I am doing some sin because this kind of dreams are coming again and again to me , sometime about my mother or about her sisters and sometime about my own sister eventhough my sister got married 5 years before and she has her child now.
But my dreams can come not any specific time but it comes and this thing disturbs me a lot. I don't know how I can stop it and why they are coming . Sometime I thing I might have more sexual power so I do mastrubate and wanna to release my stress and keep myself calm so I won't get this kind of dreams . so kindly tell me is it just happing with me or what is wrong and what should I do to stop getting dreams like this ?
Because in the morning time I cannot face that much respectable person whom I had sex at night or did something unrespectable . kindly guide me.
In dreams there is no normal or abnormal. Everything and anything is allowed. The subjects and details of dreams may give clues about the dreamer’s emotional or mental state. In your case, as you described it, you might want to consider this dreaming of your “Aunt Mother” is your desire to have a more physical connection to her. That is, you would want her to be your real mother. Perhaps she makes a distinction between you and her sons and treats you differently.
IThis is the central issue facing civilized man. It is the need for individuation (as CG Jung called it). Most of the core religious stories we were given involve a quest for individuation. Abraham must leave his family and his homeland in order to connect with God.
IThe prodigal son must spend his inherited beliefs and values in riotous living in order to find his way back to a more fulfilled and personal relationship with his father/god.
Arjuna must be willing to go to war with his religious mentors and his family in order to fulfill his duty to life. The Iranian poet Hafez is so respected after hundreds of years have passed, just because he very individualistically put his love affair with God before his relationship with the Muslim religious establishment of his day.
Every civilized culture induces us to suppress our individual identity, in order to fit within our social surround. Yet our group identity and our individual identity cannot survive without the other. They each thrive only to the extent the other does. They do not really exist only at the expense of the other, as we fear they do.
So, you cannot become a fulfilled part of your family unless, and only to the extent, you are willing to become the individual you are. You need to become a better part of of your family/community/society/world, but to do that you will need to become the individual you are. You will need to risk losing all who are most precious to you by feeling out who you truly are.
Those ways you may believe differently (in whole or in part), or value things differently (in whole or in part), are how you were meant to complete the family/community/society/world you are a part of. If you simply play it safe, you will deprive those you love of what you were meant to give them via your life.
And that is why you unconscious mind wants you to see your unconsciously lived out mental incest as disgusting. It knows what you were meant to bring to the world around you, and knows that unless you forgo playing it safe, and being what others want you to be, you will never be in a position to give it.
Weird dreams are the way your subconscious gets your attention when you are refusing to look at important issues in your life. The dreams may not actually be literal at all, but there is usually a message in them that you really need to hear, hence the extreme measures to get your attention. This article gives a lot of good information about how to interpret something that you might otherwise find disturbing in waking life
If it helps, from memory, according to Freud’s “The interpretation of dreams”, the visual representation of another person can become mixed up with the character of the dream. For example, you dream that you are having dinner with your wife, but she resembles your aunt. If I were you, I’d just assume that is what happened and not dwell on it.
It hadn’t “stuck with me for years” as this happened quite recently, but it certainly surprised me when I woke up.
I dreamt that I had killed my mom. We were arguing in the bathroom, and in a fit of rage, I had acquired some scissors and stabbed her with them. I then framed “an intruder” — so I called it — who frankly did not even exist, to my dad, so that he would not get upset over the fact that his daughter killed the love of his life.
Now I love my mom, obviously. I wouldn’t kill her, obviously. But I never got along with her in my dreams, going as far as physically lashing out at her (which I wouldn’t do IRL, obviously). Doing this would always result in me crying, and I’d wake up in tears. I’ve also never intentionally killed anyone — they always accidentally died. I have tried to kill people — people that don’t exist IRL, and failed. I was either too weak or they just wouldn’t die.
So what was disturbing was that the first time I had ever successfully killed someone was my mom, and I felt absolutely nothing at all. I was more concerned about my dad finding out the truth. When I woke up, I didn’t feel sad like how I used to when I would do something as little as disagreeing with her. I just kind of laid in bed thinking “…the fuck?”
A number of years ago, I had a strange dream. I was running from a white van towards my house. I was in the cul-de-sac with the van cornering me. Some mysterious men with sunglasses popped out of the van with suits on. I tried to stop them, but one of the men pulled out a gun and shot me. Everything went black. Super terrifying. In the moment, I thought I was dead.
A moment later, my field of vision zoomed out to see my own casket, with people surrounding it. I was watching my own funeral. Super morbid and made me think about the time I am spending on this planet. I have to live my life as if the white van pulled up to my location right now. I have to be mindful of my actions because I may regret them when I die.
I have had other dreams that are arguably as dark as this one, but this one has always stuck with me. In my dream I was laying in bed and I looked over at the floor and it suddenly turned into this giant whirlpool and everything in the room was spinning around in it.
Then this dark creepy girl with black hair came up out of the center of the whirlpool and her eyes came out of her head and started floating towards me, they also had like these rainbow colored rings spanning from her head to her eyes. I woke up pretty fast at that point, I had that dream back when I was 5 and I’m 20 now and will probably never forget it.
It’s also interesting because that’s the last time I remember ever having a dream that felt like real life (felt real, looked real, I could focus on everything in the room and I didn’t know it was a dream).
All of my current dreams I have now I know I’m dreaming and I can’t really see any details, everything is more of a blur and I just happen to know what everything is but can’t really make it out. I don’t dream from my perspective anymore either, its more like I’m watching myself, kinda like a movie.
When I was 14 I was trying to learn how to drive. I was a bit flippant. One night at age 14 I dreamed I drove a car and hit and killed a girl that was 15. I went though all the emotions even went to her funeral and spoke to her family.
I was so happy to find out it was a nightmare and I was in my bed. That dream made such a huge difference in the way I drove from that day on forward. To this day I have never had a traffic ticket. I have had a few warnings but NO ticket. And I am very careful when I drive, that dream sticks in my mind and it was horrible.
there is actually a renowned therapist who theorized that every child subconsciously want to kill his father and marry his mother. many people believe this theory is true, although it is highly, HIGHLY argued against.
if you notice many people actually end up marrying someone that acts like their mother. that is partly why the therapist had that idea. (i’m sorry i forgot the name of the therapist and the theory)
The Oedipus complex is talked about quite a bit in psychoanalysis. This is the desire to have sex with the parent of the opposite sex as you. My gut tells me you want to please this woman since she has raised her as her own child. Perhaps sex is the first thing that comes to mind to please someone.
Maybe love is something you have only expressed while having sex and you don't know another way to show your love. Perhaps, you are homosexual and in denial about it and your subconscious wants you to envelop it. You are the only one who can answer these questions,
I don't have sex dreams about my mom. A sexual trauma at a young age might be the reason for this for a number of reasons. Good luck getting to know yourself. I hope this helped. I'm not a professional but I did take a class on dreams in college. In other words, I'm guessing
First of all, you need to understand that the characters in your dream do not represent those people, they represent aspects of your own mind. Your father represents your foundational belief system, and your mother represents your foundational set of values.
If you are having an incestuous relationship with your parents in your dreams, then you are having a too close relationship with your foundational belief system and value system. The disgust you felt when you wake up is the disgust you should feel for your too close connection with your inherited/foundational set of beliefs and values.
Yet you do not feel bad at all about living off of your parents life, their beliefs and values, and not finding your own beliefs and values. So, your unconscious mind is trying to show you just how problematic your unwitting incestuous behavior is.
This sort of mental incest is quite common. We feel nervous about venturing out away from the beliefs and values we were given by our parents in order to find out what it is we believe and value. Yet unless, and only to the extent that we do, venture out to find out what we believe and value can we become who we truly are, can we become fulfilled humans.
The mental incest pictured in your dreams, if it is not resolved, leaves us feeling hollow inside, unsatisfied with life. We need to be us (not an extension of our parent’s wishes for us) if we are to ever be fulfilled. Our parents and we ourselves, may think that by us never questioning their values and beliefs they are more happy with us, but the real us is not even being lived out. So, they and we have lost their beloved child if we do not dare to venture forth in life on our own.
I believe that when you dream about sex, it isn’t really about sex. It’s about intimacy of any kind. Could be emotional or physical also. So I think a sexual dream about your parents means that you are dealing with issues with your parents about feeling “too close” to them. Perhaps emotionally or mentally you are feeling violated by your parent or parents.
Do they depend on you too much maybe? Is your relationship more like friends than parent/child? Do you maybe not want to have that much intimacy with your parents?
Such dreams are a lot more common than people realize. Many times I have been told about such dreams. Most of the time it means nothing. Just dream symbolism as the anonymous answer states.
Dreams are still unknown territory. The important thing is to not take any one theory or interpretation literally. Although, dreams depend a lot on context, they are often constructed in very unusual and fantastical ways. Repetitive dreams are another matter. They often have a hidden meaning and need to be explored more thoroughly.
I once had an apocalyptic dream of a giant serpent encircling the globe and eating its own tail. The dream was seen in sepia. Everything was annihilated, there was nothing left but barren desert and giant boulders.
The air was thick with dense reddish dust. There was an ominous sound of distant trumpets. I was watching the whole thing and realized there was no chance I would survive, and was filled with dread. My thoughts were, “This is really happening, this is the end of everything…” I’m not very religious, so have no idea why I would dream something like that.
Let me just start off saying that ever since I was a child, my parents always brought me up emphasising the importance of equality, that people of all races, beliefs, ethics etc. are equal, which is why this dream has always horrified me.
One time, when I was about 7 or 8 years old, I had a dream that me and my younger brother were watching an ad on TV about baby diapers. It was all pretty tame at first, the ad first showed a bunch of clips of cute babies prancing about in branded diapers, nothing out of the ordinary.
Then the ad cut to a shot of the factory, where the diapers were being made. They talked about stuff like what special features it had and what technology was used to make it and yada yada yada..
Then the ad got down to what the diapers were made of. It then cut to another shot, showing a conveyer belt filled with crying, disgruntled and orphaned African American babies. At this point I got really confused, and yet there was still that cheery music going on in the background. The conveyor belt then began to move, dumping all of the babies in a large claw, as if they were nothing but lifeless, broken dolls. They were all scared, shrieking in fear.
Then, at one at a time, a baby was dropped into a tiny metal box with a hopper underneath it, roughly the size of a shoe box. Suddenly, one of the machines pulled out a large, metal knife and pointed it at the baby's chest. It gashed through the baby's heart, causing blood to splirt everywhere.
I closed my eyes not wanting to see anymore. It turned out that baby's skin was used to line the inside of the diapers, preventing them from leaking. It was so disturbing and horrific that I honestly couldn't process what I was seeing, mind you I was 7 or 8 at the time. I looked down at my brother, who was also horrified. He asked me,” Diapers aren't actually made of babies, right?” “Of course not, it can't be..”, I replied in a trembling voice.
Then I woke up.