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I Dream of Pasta: Who is the Red-Haired Man?



February 8, 2014 : I always write down my dreams in a notebook. I have done it for about 3 years, just after I wake up, when I am still half-asleep. Sometimes I read it later and it doesn't make much sense, but I don't mind, I enjoy keeping a trace somewhere of what I saw in my dreams. I do believe they are meaningful.

Last night, I had a dream that was different from the others. It wasn't like a normal dream, when you usually can see yourself, or feel like you have some control over your actions.

I was facing a person. It was like I was seeing them on webcam, I only saw their face and shoulders. I think this person was male, but the dream was pretty blurry, and some parts of his face were hidden in the shadows. This man had red hair and piercing blue eyes. I couldn't see his left eye, nor the left side of his face, there was this strange shadow over it. I even wonder if he only had half a head.

What made this dream weird was not what I saw in it, but how it made me feel.

It was an incredibly strong feeling. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, blood rushing through my veins, as if every single cell of my body had fully awoken. I also felt something close to fear, even though I'm not sure and it could have been fascination, or just confusion, I don't have the words to describe it exactly how it was. The man was talking to me, but I couldn't get any of the words, as if they were from a foreign language. When I woke up, I could still hear that voice, but it soon faded.

I believe some people in the world maybe had the same dream as me and could tell me more about this man. I have never felt so curious over something I'd call "supernatural", and I knew maybe on this website I could find people to chat with about it without being made fun of.

I created an email address, so if you have information for me about this red-haired man, we could talk about it. @whoistheredhairedman@gmail.com

February 10, 2014 : I have received an email from someone called Sophie, who helped me find the meaning of my dream. She gave me very useful informations and I don't know how to thank her enough.

"Hello there,

I am not good with dream interpretation nor do I claim to be, and what I will tell you might be wrong or useless. Anyways, the meaning can change if the man you saw had blood red hair or orange hair. From what I know, both have a pretty negative meaning.

If you saw a man with blood red hair, it means you've been thinking too much. I do not want to offend you, but it also means there is something bad in you, a part of you that's not caring or guilty of something. Maybe you did something wrong in your life and this dream is here to remind you of it.

If the man had orange hair, it means there's something in you, a way of thinking or beliefs that is overwhelming you. It means in a way you think too much too, but it's not as bad as the blood red hair. Maybe there is something that prevents you from living a normal life.

This man, from a philosophical point of view, could be the masculine part of you that every female has. It's called an archetype, and the man is an animus. You should look for Carl Jung on the internet, I am sure it would help you understand many things about this dream.

I know I didn't say much and you probably figured it out yourself.

I'll contact you again if I find more informations or if you have this dream again."
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