I had a somewhat... Strange dream

Ok!
From the title your thinking ok.
This Twat of a newb is going to say something f´ing dumb and make himself look like a moron.
Well, in a way your correct.
But i had a dream a week ago and since then ive been wanting to get it out of my head. So here it is. By the way, just to let you know, it was the longest dream ive ever had. Here goes...

Im lying paralised in a very confined space. I dont even have to look i can feel the darkness around me. The air was hot, probably because of the breaths i were taking had no where to escape.
Im trying to blink really hard but its just not happening. I am in utter darkness in a very confined space. Im thinking, this is it. This is death. This is my payment for a life of hatred. This is my punishment. I will be here for etermity.
I wait for what feels like... Minuites! You know how time flies when ur dreaming. Anyway, i hear the smallest tapping of rocks. Like someone is hitting everso gently two small pebbles against eachother. I try to shout for help but i cannot. I try to force out a scream but it was to no avail.

The noise is getting bigger and louder. Also alot more frequent. Then i feel the heat. This heat is like i was in a steam room. I could not catch a breath. The frustration this caused was just more than anything i had expeirienced before. The heat gets worse. The noise ever increasing, and i still feel as if im in an extremely small space.
Then i see fire. I see fire in the shape of a cross extremly far away. Right now you think id be shitting myself. But i was not. For some reason i wasnt in anyway scared of this image. I heard a cry, a peircing cry, like that girl off of the exorsist. The cross is getting closer. The cross is right infront of me. The fire is burning yet i cant feel it. The heat is gone. As i gaze upon the cross, a figure starts to appear.
It is a figure of jesus hangning on the cross by his eye´s. As strange as this sounds there were rail road spikes, you know, like the ones out of arcanum, there were rail road spike going through his eyes, supporting his body. As i gaze upon him i feel as if ive expierienced what real evil is.

About 2 seconds after that, (And all of what im telling you is true, completely true.) i hear the music from final fantasy X. You know the ramstien song in the opening sequence where he plays bitzball. The thing is, though all of this is happening, im a still completly confined. I can still feel how closed in i am.

Next thing i know, i see a metroid bomb. I dont know if you remember them bombs off of the super metroid game on the super nintendo, well i see one of them. It explodes and everything goes white. Everything is almost a silver white. I fealt pure. Completly safe. And then darkness. And i hear these words in the voice of my mum. You will not lie on the candle until you befall the flame´s.
Anyway, thats my dream. Dunno why i posted it here. I guess its cos of the rail road spikes. Anyway, there ya go!

 

First of all: What have you been drinking to dream such?

Second of all:I don't know, but consider it read.

And third and final: You should check the grammar, wierd things can happen to the posts who dosn't have proper grammar...

 

Yeah sorry about that.
English is not my first language.
But i will try to make my sentences make half sence.

 

I give you some credit for not soiling yourself like I would of and Like Wobbler said, did you sniff, snort, dring, inject anything in yourself to have that dream?
Or is it too many nintendo games?

 

It's not my first language ethier but that didn't make it any easier for me.
I had two of my posts deleted and one edited for not capitalizing 'I' all the time.

 

There should be specific dream thread for this sort of thing. I've had some shocking "good and evil" dreams in my past.
The burning cross with the unusually crucified Jesus could mean many things.
By simply taking Jesus, the fire, and the cross, you could be dreaming about strong feelings toward Christianity, and having Jesus there cements those feelings. However, him having railroad spikes in his eyes could mean that you're having those strong feelings, but something else in your life is interrupting the, "flow," so to speak. It's possible for just one part of your dream to have a lucid interpretation, while the rest is simply nonsensical, and/or derived from waking events.
However, the bomb you see filling the room with light could be an "opposing force," so to speak, to the railroad spikes in Jesus. You said you felt safe in this light, that you felt pure. You could very well have had a visitation by otherworldly forces interrupt the "bad" portion of your dream, leading to what you heard your mother say in the dream;
"You will not lie on the candle until you befall the flames."
This is VERY interesting.
What I think it means, due to the context of your dream, is that you are a figurative fire. However, you do not yet burn. This being said, you cannot light the way for others until you find your spark.
What do you think?
On a side note, I may post some of my dreams here, because I've got some of my own questions about my own dreams.

 

I had a weird and kind of scary dream last night.:

I was walking outside where I live, being mad at someone and wanting revenge. I met someone and told him to get me a gun and he gave it to me. Then I went into a small shed and turned into batman, then I became the police chief and other batman people before turning back into the police or batman and going mad.

My favourite dream of all times was one I had last year when I went home from school on a break to get some sleep. In it, two friends and me were nude and alone in the dressing room after PE and we sung Alas Babylon by Ghost Mice. It was a really peaceful dream and when I awoke I felt content.

 

When I was much younger, my sister and I would play around with the Ouija board. Note that I don't put much credence in the supernatural, and I'm not one to consider myself religious.
However, when I was five, my sister and I were goofing around with the board, and eventually got to a point where we were calling "people from our past," specifically those who were related to us in some way.
We called upon one individual who told us he was named "Pierre".
We had a nice little conversation with him; He told us where he was from (Brussels) and how he died (he fell while performing the trapeze in a circus).
We asked him if he would show himself to us.
"Yes."
Where will you be?
"Down."
From that, we both guessed that he meant the downstairs bathroom. The room has no windows, and is pitch black when the lights are off. Perfect for spotting a ghost, right?
Right. So, we were in the downstairs bathroom, and we counted to five (to turn off the lights when the doors were shut).
As soon as the lights were off, I saw a figure standing on the toilet. I screamed. My sister claims she never saw anything, but screamed because I was screaming. We both ran out of the bathroom.
Now, understand that I told you this story to open the way for my dreams. The most horrific of my nightmares only happened after this point.
The first were very strange, and would only happen if my sister beat me to the lightswitch in the basement. Immediately after she turned off the lights, I would try to get to the stairs as quickly as I could (the darkness felt odd to me). Invariably, I would black out, and dream of small "things" attacking me. I'd wake up on the floor of the basement, inches from the stairway, and scurry up the stairs. Once, I felt them grab my leg while I was awake (of course, I blacked out as soon as I started falling).
Another strange series of dreams involved a figure whom I called "The Ninja Shadow." He wasn't really a ninja, but I was five, so...whatever. He was very insightful. He told me how I would get sick when I turned 10, he told me of my moving to New Hampshire for a year, and he had a very impressive vocabulary, considering I shouldn't have known words like efficacious, qualm, or delineate.
He would often follow his prophetic prose with threats, and promises.
He'd tell me that much of what he said would indeed happen, as long as he didn't get to me first. At that point he would assault me, and I'd wake up. however, a few times, he'd be chased away by an overwhelming sense of calm, which was accompanied by a soothing white light (Eh, Hellbokos?). I didn't understand the white light, but I knew it was OK. I knew I was safe.
He kept coming back, however, and one morning I woke up with a cut across my stomach, where he had attacked me with his sword. This stopped when I turned 12 or 13. The last night he came, he had said something like "You're not worth it," or "I'm just doing my job, kid." Probably both.
In betweeen that time, however, I was visited by several other "characters."
One was a little blue man that sat under my bed (I slept on a bunk bed, the top bunk). His ears were pointed, and he had glowing yellow eyes. He wore "katars" (think Voldo, from Soul Calibur). I was six or seven at the time; too young to have ever seen those before, much less know what they were. I asked him what he was doing under my bed, and he would turn, and attack me.
Here's an example;
"What are you doing under my bed, mister?"
"Hrnh? Gragh!!!"
Most often, he would attempt to disembowel me. To be honest, a few times, he did. I have never felt a pain so severe in my waking life before or since those dreams.
Another that came to me in my dreams was a small boy with a disfigured face. He had a piece of plywood nailed to his forehead. I saw him once, and he jumped onto my bed, and started punching me in the face.
I woke up with bruises.
Another, very strange dream was when I thought I woke up in the middle of the night. My lights were on, my bedroom door was open. I walked out of my room , and looked into the upstairs bathroom, because I thought I saw something. As I edged myself closer, these things flooded from my bathroom.
Have any of you read Dante's Inferno? That's what I saw. I was seven.
That's all I feel comfortable with revealing to you all right now. I think I may say more later.

 

I ve got mad dreams in past, but now I'm snuffing steadily and all madness is real....there's just no place for dreams. And, Hellbox, do you know the first part of your dream is just about a russian bus carrying mad people after work? Especially about confined space and hot atmosphere.

 

Because that would be idiotic.

Most of my dreams lately have been tying in with my ongoing crusade against The Stupid.

 

So in other words, you would dream a hell of a lot.

 

Well maybe you sleptwalked and walked in to an orgy. How does it feel knowing that you cannot physically remember the touch of the naked women and you just sat there and watched?

 

Sounds like a strip club to me.

 

Meh stripclub, dark alley way, mums bedroom, an orgy is an orgy.

 

It could also mean that he's Jewish.

An orgy is only an orgy if you have something to remember it by, such as a burning sensation when you urinate or a threatening letter in the mail claiming you are a father.

 

Burning sensation, I think we're talking about a sensation TO REMEMBER.

 

Depends on whether or not it was viral.

 

Still any other form of burning down there, whether resulting from "good" actions still needs medical advice to be seeked...